Faye's POV
I rose from the mattress, carefully drawing back the covers and smoothing them to one side. My fingers found the hem of my nightgown, peeling away the soft fabric to expose the specialized garment beneath. The material was sleek and form-fitting, designed for movement and concealment. Every inch was midnight black. Hardy had selected this outfit himself, explaining how the dark fabric would let me disappear into the night's embrace. Tonight, that advantage would be crucial.
Once I had completely changed, I gathered my discarded nightclothes and positioned them strategically across the bed. I stuffed the sleeves and torso with spare linens and cushions, carefully shaping them to mimic a resting figure. The blanket Eileen had brought earlier completed the deception. From across the room, anyone would assume I remained peacefully asleep, exactly where they expected me to be.
