She was in the attic, lit candles in her hand. While the others were in the drawing room, she had slipped out and come up here, curiosity stronger than caution and common sense. Philip had shown her every part of the manor, except the attic. Why? Was there something up there that he didn’t want her to see or know about about? It had been where his older brother, Raymond slept. Raymond. She shuddered when she thought about him. She had never met him but had heard stories about him that made her blood run cold.
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