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The serving girl cast her eyes down to the floor and said nothing.

“Haven’t seen you around before,” said Desmond.

Still, she persisted in silence.

“What’s your name?”

“Leave the poor girl alone,” said William. “Go on,” he urged her. “You are dismissed.”

Desmond frowned but let her go. “Pretty little thing like that should be careful around here.”

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The serving girl shut the door behind her and leaned with her back against it for a second. She took a long, quiet breath, trying to steady her nerves again. That had been more interaction than she bargained for.

Gina knew that Roman would be upset if he knew she’d come here. She was starting to regret the decision herself. But the bug she had just planted in the King’s office would make it all worth it. Roman and the others needed someone to gather information on the enemy, and even though it scared the hell out of her, even though she knew that any one of the servants could kill her in a heartbeat, she was quite certain that there was no one better suited to the task than her.

Regaining herself, she straightened and proceeded down the hallway with her empty tea tray. She tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible. She especially avoided spying on the servants directly. There were beings around which she couldn’t see, and if they found her trying to eavesdrop on someone’s conversation, that would be the end for her, without a doubt. Which was why she had been putting listening devices around the castle all morning, instead.

Now it was time to get the hell out of this place.


Chapter Thirty-Six: ‘O, restless ones...’
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Over the next few days, Hector and Colt did not stay anywhere for long. Several of the small towns they happened across had police cars waiting by the main road. After a brief confrontation with a beat cop, Hector learned that the police were on the lookout for his motorcycle and ended up having to abandon it.