“Who are you?”
Sarah shot awake with her face on her desk, while papers were stuck to her cheek. She’d been searching for the floor plans of the castle and must have dozed off. Those plans would help in their tactile planning. It might be a little too soon to bring those along though, but Sarah had been on edge ever since she’d heard about her pregnancy.
“Where is the damn thing?” Sarah grumbled, moving piles of papers around. She knew she had not only the ground floor plan in here somewhere but also a plan of the secret tunnels hidden away. The problem was, she was so good at hiding things, that she mostly never found them again. But she knew somewhere in the tunnels, there was an underground meeting room. It would be a perfect gathering place to discuss Alastair’s downfall. If only sh
