?Chapter 987:


    Barring any surprises, Evelyn should be making her move any day now.


    Evelyn’s POV:


    I had settled into the sprawling Harrison family mansion, and honestly, life there wasn’t half bad—pretty chill, all things considered. Cody might’ve given me the cold shoulder, but I reckoned my obvious adoration for Antoni softened him up just enough to let me roam most of the ce without a leash.


    Still, there was one catch: the fifth floor of the main building. That mysterious level was off-limits, a no-go zone I couldn’t even tiptoe near.


    Naturally, my mind started spinning. What if the Harrison family’s juiciest secrets were stashed up there? The thought gnawed at me, tugging me into a real pickle. Should I y the sneaky fox, creep up to the fifth floor, and swipe those secrets for the three princes? The hitch was, pulling that off would mean stabbing Antoni right in the back.


    Jenny, ever the sharp-eyed sidekick, clocked my inner tug-of-war and reminded me with a cautious nudge, “Come on, don’t be a wide-eyed dreamer here. Get a grip on what’s what. Guys like Antoni? Dime a dozen. But your life? That’s your one shot—don’t blow it.”


    Seeing my persistent reluctance, Jenny cut to the chase with a sharp edge to her voice. “Listen to me for once. Fetch what the princes demand and hand it over without a fuss. It’s our best shot at staying alive. I, for one, have no intention of meeting an early grave!”


    Her bluntness sparked a ze of fury within me. I shot her a withering look and barked, “You haven’t a clue what’s at stake! Leave me be!”


    Jenny pressed her lips into a thin line, wisely choosing silence over a retort, and slinked off to a corner, keeping her distance.


    I slumped down, my chest tight with bitterness. Why was I doomed to dance to their tune? Yet the three princes hadid down their final decree: unearth the Harrison family’s secrets by the deadline, or they would devise gruesome ways to end me.


    What chilled me to the bone was the wizard lurking at Makenna’s side. The mere thought of his sinister, spine-chilling potions sent shudders through me.


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    Who was this shadowy figure? Could he be a noble from the Wizard n? But if he were truly of such high rank, why throw in his lot with the werewolves? A tangle of questions pressed down on me, each one heavier than thest, stealing the air from my lungs.


    I paced the room like a caged animal, my mind a whirlwind of indecision. Just then, a soft rap at the door broke my spiraling thoughts. “Who is there?” I snapped, irritation dripping from my words.


    “Miss Nixon, I’ve brought your food,” a servant’s meek reply came from beyond the threshold.


    I inhaled deeply, wrestling my nerves into submission, and opened the door. The servant stood there, clutching a dainty tray adorned with steaming coffee and tempting treats. I snatched it from her hands with a nk stare and promptly mmed the door shut.


    “Tea time has arrived!” Jenny’s eyes sparkled as she bounded toward the tray, her enthusiasm undimmed.


    I flung the tray onto the table with a scoff. “Is food all you ever think about? Could you muster a shred of ambition for once?”


    Unfazed by my barb, Jenny poked through the offerings, snagging a pastry and devouring it in a sh. Then, mid-chew, she gasped. “Wait a second—look! There is a letter here!”


    My gaze darted to her hand as she tugged an envelope from beneath the tray, waving it with a puzzled frown.


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