4
I peeked my head out the door and peered down the passage. All was quiet save for the distant rumblings of the kitchen staff. I vaguely wondered if Aili missed my services, or if she had heard of my change in position.
I slipped into the passage and walked down the hall in a thick pair of my laird’s stockings. The ground was cold, but I felt very little through the fine, thick wool dyed as red as his anger. I reached the landing and came to a dilemma. I could walk downstairs and possibly reveal my outfit to an unsuspecting servant, or-
A noise at the end of the western wing caught my attention. I stepped back and peeked around the corner. Nothing was visible, but I saw the door from earlier, the one my laird had exited, was slightly ajar. A stream of light spilled into the pas
