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

A man stood at the window, his back to the door. He was tall, dressed in a coat the color of midnight, and he did not cast a reflection in the mirror beside him. When he spoke, his voice was like distant thunder.

The secret, Sonia believed, was in the locked west wing. Lady-Sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt...

Sonia crept closer, her bare feet silent on the runner. She pressed her eye to the crack. A man stood at the window, his back to the door

And from inside, very faintly, someone new was learning to hum. A man stood at the window

Aunt Marguerite’s voice floated through the door, soft as a lullaby: “Don’t run, darling. We were all seventeen once. And every family needs a new keeper of the west wing.”

The man turned.