Zeden.
I walked to the maids’ quarters.
I had no business being there. That’s what I always told myself. That part of the house was supposed to stay separate—distant, unimportant, just another corner of this prison I never asked for.
Until her.
Fuck.
She’d changed everything without even trying. One girl. One stubborn, mouthy blonde who got under my skin like no one else ever had. And now here I was, moving through the dimly lit corridors like some fool who couldn’t stay away.
Rukov had told me which room was hers. I didn’t expect anyone else to be sharing it. Didn’t think about it at all, honestly. I just turned the knob and pushed the door open.
Inside, another girl was talking nonstop—gossiping, laughing, filling the small space with noise. Amber lay on the narrow bed, quiet, fac
