Hermosa Pov

The shuffling of feet and the hurried rhythm of movement woke me from what I could only call a deep slumber.

The fast footsteps of the maids as they moved a large fabric across the room made me rub my eyes open. They seemed to be in a terrible rush and completely unbothered by me.

My body felt heavy, like lead, and I was sure I had been asleep for a long period of time. Little by little, tiny shards of my memory returned. Lucy was bound by ropes, and her screams echoed ...