Betty's POV. 

We escorted the seamstress to the gates with polite smiles and light conversation.

But then, something sharp and cold cut through the air.

My body reacted before my mind caught up.

My steps slowed as my heartbeat picked up.

Claire noticed immediately. “Betty?”

I didn’t answer.

My eyes scanned the courtyard, looking at the faces of guards, servants, and guests until they landed on someone lingering just a little too long near the corner pillars.

The moment our ...