Emma's POV:
The kitchen storage is cramped and dark, smelling of dried herbs and old wood.
Ellie shoved me behind a stack of crates and baskets 10 minutes ago, then disappeared with whispered instructions to stay absolutely still and silent.
I crouch in the narrow space between crates and wall, my heart hammering so loud I'm terrified someone will hear it. The transformation potion makes my scent masculine, but what if it's not enough? What if Lucian's hounds can smell through the disguise?
Through a gap in the crates, I can see into the kitchen. Empty now. Everyone was ordered to the courtyard.
I hear voices outside—Lucian's voice, sharp with authority. Ethan's voice, weaker but steady. The sounds of searching—doors opening, furniture being moved.
Minutes pass like hours. My legs cr
