EVELYNEarly the next morning, a sharp, urgent knock jolted me awake.“Open up!” someone shouted, rattling the door handle violently.Still groggy, I rubbed my eyes. The sky outside was only just beginning to lighten—it was far too early for the usual morning rounds. Confused and half-asleep, I tried to place the unfamiliar voice outside my room.I swung my legs out of bed, just about to open it, when the door burst open with a crash.Two guards, dressed in uniform and armed with swords at their waists, stormed in and flanked the doorway.Then Skyla walked in, her chin lifted haughtily.Beside her stood Mrs. Porter, who looked visibly distressed, and Daniella, who held up the hem of Skyla’s dress with a theatrical flourish. Once Skyla came to a stop, Daniella lowered the fabric slowly, casting me a venomous glare as she rose.Next came that male servant, his shoulder swathed in bloodstained bandages. He leaned heavily on another attendant for support, his face pale and drawn.My stomac
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