Chapter 32
Over the following days, Chase made himself a quiet, constant presence in the parts of the house he had no real business frequenting.
He lingered near the servant's corridors under the excuse of needing fresh air or exercise for his healing side, walking slow, deliberate loops through hallways that led nowhere in particular except past the narrow storage room tucked at the far end of the servants' quarters. He noted its size the first time he passed close enough to glimpse through the partially open door, a single narrow cot, stacked boxes lining the walls, barely enough space for one person to move comfortably. He noted, too, the lack of any proper window beyond a small, high pane that let in little more than a thin gray light even at midday.
This was where they kept her. No
