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“You mentioned a bath,” I said. “Does it have a water source? Could we swim out of here?” I wondered if we could make our way to the river that ran along the road and eventually meet up with the stream that fed Angeline Falls.

“Just through a spigot.” Amadeus’s voice clenched with pain.

“Okay, okay. I have an idea, if we can get to the wives’ rooms, we can dress ourselves up. Surely, they’ll want to help Aria’s father.”

I knew I was probably being delusional. I had no idea if Olivia or Grace wanted to do anything for Aria or Amadeus. They had both refused to come with us when we’d escaped the first time. We may have been walking right into a trap, but knowing I could be persuasive and charming at times, I prayed that would be enough. The women were also guarded, but I remembered there was a bathing room attached to their quarters. Perhaps there was a way to sneak in through a servant’s entrance.

As we made our way through the halls, I was concerned to see no soldiers guarding the path