Violet's pov

"Who's there?" I heard someone calling out from somewhere inside the cottage.

Definitely a lady's voice.

I panicked.

My chest pounded in fright.

Who?

Could it be his mother? I wondered.

A thief?

My body jolted forward at the sudden realization of who the lady could be.

His mistress?

I bit my lips in anger, almost drawing blood.

"His mate indeed." I scoffed.

"Who's there?" I heard her call out again.

Swiping angrily at the tears that trickled down my face, I fought ...