Now was her chance. She tiptoed toward the door. The servant couldn’t see her in the darkness and by the time she did, it’d be too late. She readjusted her hold on the candelabrum, lifted it higher… Almost there… “Kate?” Kate? That wasn’t a servant. Isobel. “I’m so sorry, Kate. Please forgive me.” Sorry was not what she’d expected. “Sorry?” Kate lowered the weapon, but kept inching toward the door. Two feet to go. “Don’t you think that’s a little lame, Isobel? You’ve kept me locked in the dark for hours. Ruined my life, actually, in ways you’ll never know, and all you can say is you’re sorry? Just how long were you planning to leave me in here?” Isobel spun around, just as Kate ran through the open door. It’d be nice to lock Isobel in, but right now she just wanted to get the hell out of here. “Please, Kate, wait.” Isobel grabbed Kate’s skirt and followed her into the corridor. “I know I did you a disservice. Please let me explain.” Kate yanked the fabric free.
