Only a tiny beam of light cut through the keyhole of the heavy wood armoire.
Emily tried to remain absolutely still, focusing on the noises of the manor. Several minutes later, the door opened and Godric entered, followed by Blankenship and the magistrate. Emily bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Her uncle’s business partner moved through the room, studying it. She held her breath, terrified he would hear her panicked gasps for air. Finally the inspection of the room was over and the men departed. She sagged against Lucien in relief.
“Christ, that was close,” Lucien muttered. “But they might be back. Keep still.”
After a quarter of an hour, Godric and Ashton’s voices grew louder out in the hall. Lucien loosened his grip on Emily as the armoire door swung open. Ashton and Godric stare
