Lennox's POV
I knew it then.
There was no more doubt.
I had to find that maid.
If the guard was dead, then she was next. And if I didn't act fast, I would lose the only person who knew the truth.
I left the corridor and headed for the yard.
The sun was low, the air quiet, but something felt wrong. Too quiet. My eyes searched until I saw her.
She was by the clothesline.
The maid.
Her hands were shaking as she hung clothes. She kept looking over her shoulder, like she expected someone to grab her at any moment. Her face was pale. Her eyes were red.
Fear.
Real fear.
I slowed my steps and walked toward her carefully.
She saw me and stiffened.
"It's okay," I said softly. "It's just me."
She swallowed hard. "K-Kaine…"
Her hands trembled so badly she dropped a cloth.
I picked it up and handed it back to her. Our fingers brushed, and she flinched.
That told me everything.
She knew about the guard's death.
And she was terrified.
