Lady-sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt... Page

Aunt Marguerite only poured the tea, and her hand did not tremble.

Her silver-streaked hair was unbound, cascading past her waist. She wore a gown of liquid crimson, embroidered with constellations. In her lap lay a leather-bound book, its pages glowing faintly, and her lips moved in a language that sounded like rain falling on glass. Lady-Sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt...

Sonia’s blood turned to ice. The girl. She meant her. Aunt Marguerite only poured the tea, and her

The candlelight went out.

“Well, well,” he whispered. “Lady-Sonia. Seventeen years, ten months, twenty-seven days. Right on time.” Aunt Marguerite only poured the tea

Sonia gasped. Too loud.

Then Sonia saw the second figure.