"I'll join you shortly," Fredrich said, voice unreadable. "Make yourself comfortable."
The butler gestured for her to follow. Fredrich stayed behind this time, his posture relaxed but somehow unreadable.
As Lina walked down a smaller corridor behind the servant, a faint knot twisted in her stomach.
Something wasn't right.
The suite was nothing short of regal. When the butler opened the door, she was greeted by the warm glow of amber lights from an antique chandelier.
Thick curtains framed arched windows overlooking a courtyard with a tinkling fountain. The bed was massive, draped in silk and gold embroidery.
A writing desk sat near the window, flanked by towering shelves of aged books. On the ottoman, her carry-on bag had already been placed neatly, as though anticipating her arrival.
"Dinner will arrive shortly," the butler said with a polite bow. "Mr. Jones insists that you join him later."
