Samantha's P. O. V

The bedroom door was slightly opened, just enough for me to see the entrance of the royal wing and the marble hallway stretching past it.

My hands were still trembling on the door handle. I felt it and hated it but couldn't make it stop.

I glanced at the brass lantern clock mounted high on the wall. Its single had already reached the hour.

I turned my attention back to the door again.

And just like I predicted, Cassandra was walking cheerfully down the hallway. My ...