Chapter Fifty-Eight

  Amanda

  Mitsi led me down the plush pathway and to a large door at the end of it. It had dozens of images of carved naked women on it.

  They all had a sadness in their eyes, conveyed even through their wooden features.

  There was nothing beautiful about this display. This was truly just about power. I shuddered.

  "Cold?"

  I looked up. Just inside the room Cee had a feathery red robe wrapped around her. She tilted her head when she saw me, a small smile playing on her lips.

  "Cee," I gasped. I scurried into the room and shut the door in Mitsi's face. As much as I liked the maid, I wasn't sure I could trust her at this moment. I couldn't risk any of this going wrong. "Cee, have you heard what's going on?"