THIRD POV.
The knock on Tiffany's door came well past midnight.
She was still awake.
Sleep had been impossible after the humiliation Killian had put her through earlier that day.
Every time she remembered standing there while he scolded her in front of that girl, anger twisted inside her chest all over again.
The knock came again.
Tiffany rose immediately and crossed the room.
When she opened the door and saw Olivia, one of the pack maids, standing outside, her irritation eased slightly.
She quickly looked both ways down the hallway.
Empty.
No servants.
No guards.
No witnesses.
Only then did she step aside.
"Get in."
Olivia slipped inside.
The moment the door closed behind her, Tiffany turned around.
"Well?"
A smile spread across Olivia's face.
"It worked."
Relief washe
