Chapter 121

Letting out a tired breath, Evie pulled herself together and headed back toward the kitchen. She barely made it past the doorway when Martha stepped in front of her.

“Mr. Preston’s asking for a refill on his rum,” Martha said, like it was just another normal request, like the air hadn’t shifted.

But it had. Everything felt off now. Like the floor had tilted just enough to make her uneasy.

Without