Chapter 12
"Hide!" Catherine gasped, shoving Clara back behind a stack of wooden crates near the corner of the archive room.
Clara pulled Catherine down beside her in the shadows, holding her breath as the beam of a high-powered flashlight swept across the concrete floor. The unmistakable silhouette of Margaret Vance appeared at the end of the hall.
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Margaret wore a heavy silk robe over her emerald green dress, her expression as lethal and cold as winter ice. She stopped directly in front of the open steel door, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the lock disengaged.
"Catherine," Margaret called out smoothly, her voice dripping with venomous amusement. "I thought I told you that disobedience has severe consequences in this family."
