Chapter 45 The First Hint of Danger

• I caught my first glimpse of her when I saw what I thought might be a ghost, sweeping past one of the low window slits. White skin and even whiter hair against a cream-colored dress as she glided so smoothly her feet couldn’t possibly be moving. Hip length hair swinging out behind her as she slid by yet another window. Huge purplish eyes flicking to watch our approach.
• “Is that her?”
• “Yes.” He drawled.