Chapter 14
No one waited for her behind the front door. Not Blackwell, or Chelsea. Her heart dropped to her stomach, but she swallowed hard past the ache in her throat. She needed to accept that she’d ruined her chance. She headed upstairs, trying to remember the path to the bedroom and her bag.
The halls were quiet and the silence echoed within her body. Where were the servants?
She opened a door on her right and peeked into the shadows. The room looked familiar, so she went inside and toward the closet.
Her luggage sat on the rack, waiting for her to unpack.
All she had to do was leave.
She ran a finger over the outer edge and told herself leaving was for the best, but her heart whispered she was making a mistake.
Behind her, in the bedroom, she heard the door open. She turned an
