I woke up in a bed that cost more than my entire life.

The room Mrs. Higgins had given me was in the servants' quarters, but it was still nicer than anything I’d ever owned. Silk sheets, a private bathroom, and a window overlooking the dense, fog-covered forest.

I remembered the rules Lucien—Monsieur Aurelien—had whispered to me.

Don't go into the woods. Don't go to the West Wing.

I shook off the chill running down my spine. I had a job to do. I dressed in jeans and a fresh shirt, ...