“Who’s there?” Aurora demanded again, eyes darting to the door.

Arnold frowned, listening for a second, then he waved a dismissive hand. “It’s nothing. Probably just the maid.”

Aurora wasn’t convinced. Her eyes narrowed. “I’m sure it’s something, Arnold. What if someone was watching?”

He sighed, exasperated. “You worry too much.”

“Just check,” she insisted, voice sharp with irritation.

With a reluctant growl, Arnold got up and swung the door open. At that ...