43The hardest part was finding somewhere to hide her knife. She didn’t wear any undergarments, nor did she have a garter to wear underneath her skirts. She could have stored it within her cleavage, but it just wouldn’t sit right, and having the hilt protruding from her bust would cause questions to be asked.
She resigned herself to keep it within the room with the rest of her belongings—sometimes leaving a weapon in plain sight was the best place to hide it.
The Key, however, remained with her. She did her best to pile her hair on the top of her head, and secured it tightly with the delicate hair comb. By her calculations and monitoring the moon when she could, she knew the time to act was now. Though it hadn’t yet been a day, she could not wait to go home.
Giving the fireplace one fina
