Chapter 67 - Sixty Seven

Chapter 67: Chapter Sixty Seven

A series of sharp, insistent knocks on the entrance door woke Delia from a restless sleep. She sat up, her head fuzzy, and glanced at the window. The sky outside was still a pale, pre-dawn grey. "Who could that be this early in the morning?" she mumbled to herself, her voice thick with sleep.

She shrugged on her silk robe, tying the belt loosely as she padded to the door. She opened it, expecting to see a servant or perhaps even Mr. Rye with an urgent message. Instead, she found herself face to face with a woman she had never seen before.

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