Chapter 16
Two days passed before Chase found the chance he had been quietly waiting for.
He had spent that time healing steadily, the ache in his side fading further with each morning, though he was careful not to let anyone see just how much better he felt. It suited him to appear a little weaker than he was for now, gave him reason to linger in the house longer, to move through the halls at odd hours under the excuse of needing rest and fresh air, when in truth he was simply watching.
He had learned the rhythms of the household quickly. He noted which servants moved through which corridors, which hours the family gathered and which hours they scattered to their own private corners. And he had noted, more than once, the quiet girl from the terrace, moving through the house like a shad
