She shouldn’t have gone this far into the backstage labyrinth of the opera house without Kaitlyn and Julia. Listening to them fight, hearing the loathing in Kaitlyn’s words, made up her mind. She had decided to slip away on her own. And now she couldn’t go back. Not when she sensed the magic draw...
This was no Parisian palace. The crude, wrought iron window frameworks looked peasant-made, and not at all like the fine artistry at Tuileries. Cracks and chips marred the walls in every hallway. The place wasn’t lined with guards and servants. She tossed her hair, pushing at another wooden doorw...