Chapter 83

“Perhaps we are not so different, she and I.” Her whisper was so faint that I think it was only intended for herself.

I waved goodbye as she went back to work. Time to get to reading again, or maybe I’ll try whipping something up in the kitchen.

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I didn’t like nightgowns much. Maybe it was because I camped outside a lot and changing into them would be a massive inconvenience. Maybe because I didn’t like how all the dresses in Myrtle’s house had frills.

As I opened the door to my room, ready to fall asleep from another day of boredom, I paused. Something trying to squeeze through the window. I grabbed my pistol from the holster and shuffled to my nightlight, as the figure continued to wiggle.

With a flick, the entire room was flooded with light. Sebastian’s assistant was doing a pretty good job at the whole break-in attempt. Minus me pointing a loaded gun at his face.