_Rowena’s POV_
“Alice’s room?”
“Close to it. East side of the ground floor.” Kyra directed me, also seeming interested.
I took the servants’ staircase. Narrower, less traveled, it came out behind the east entrance near the linen storage and the small utility corridor that ran along the back of the ground floor guest rooms.
I stopped at the corner.
A figure was moving along the exterior path, not the same one from earlier, or if it was, they had changed direction. This time they were approaching the house from the garden side, moving with the low, careful gait of someone who had done this before.
They knew the path. They knew where the security lights had gaps.
“They’ve been here before,” Kyra said.
More than once.
I pressed myself against the wall and waited.
