The smile on Mrs. Evelyn’s face didn’t reach her eyes. It remained fixed, tight and fake, completely erasing the gentle woman who had brought me tea and blankets just days before.
I stood frozen in the dim corridor outside Silas’s study, the half-medallion clenched tightly inside my trembling fist while watching Evelyn with the new face she suddenly switched on me. Gone was the warmth. This woman looked cold.
You shouldn’t be here, Madam,” Evelyn repeated softly, the heavy ring of iron keys clinking against her palm as she slowly stepped closer. “Mr. Vane gave very clear instructions not to let you out”.
I instinctively closed my fingers tighter around the medallion and slipped it deeper into my pocket.
She noticed. Her eyes flickered downward for only a second, but it was enough.
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