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witnessed, for the first time ever, the Queen roll her eyes at me.
     
    “Because I transferred, not just the position of the Royal Chancellor to you, Prussia. I relinquished justice of the court to you, entirely. Without you to oversee it, there’d be no verdict until you return. If there is a spy in my court then I need them removed immediately. It can’t wait. I can’t go into a war like this.”
     
    I covered my face with my hands and stifled a frustrated scream. I looked up at the Queen, her eyes soft and seeking sympathy. I was angry the moment that guard had called my name because I knew I wasn’t going to be going anywhere. And here my anger proved justified. I wasn’t going anywhere. What was one more delay? And I was sure that if push came to shove, if I really tried to leave, the Queen would drag me back. With every new reason she found to keep me here I became more convinced than ever that she never intended to let me leave.
     
    “Fine,” I said, “how quickly can we get through it?”
     
    John Campbell spoke up, raising his hand and looking around timidly.
     
    “I think we could get this knocked out today,” he said after no one called on him to speak, “a few things, a few tools, and a chair and we are ready to rock ‘n roll,” said John Campbell as he looked around at the straw covered dungeon floor.
     
    “Start bringing them in. As soon as possible,” nodded the Queen.
     
    My face was frozen in horror as I realized what John Campbell was talking about. He was talking about bringing people in here, the dungeon.  I was guessing to torture more than question. I looked at Sebastian and then to the Queen. Perhaps I had agreed too readily to this. Either way, there was no backing out now.
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    I made it to my room, escorted by John Campbell as far as my door. And then he left to find Sebastian, to do as the Queen had instructed and gather up those suspected of spying for Queen Patricia. My suitcase hadn ’t opened when John had tossed my things in earlier but my purse had spilled.
     
    The items had cascaded all over the floor but as I looked down at the items, wallet, keys to a car that hadn’t been found since Robert had tried to kidnap and trade me, a cell phone no one ever called me on, I realized I didn’t use any of it. I didn’t need any of it. Even my suitcase was too light to matter. What I had packed could have been easily replaced. Even the suitcase was replaceable. I had come back time and again for the things I had packed and each time it had been my undoing.
     
    I went over to my purse and fished the only thing still in it - the crumpled up copy of notes that Tommy had made for me. Anyone that would have wandered in would have been privy to information that could have changed my life. I crouched there on the floor, smoothed out the pages and tried to read the barely legible handwriting.
     
    “You’re going to end up dead,” said Lydia, a pity in her tone and a touch of amusement.
     
    The unexpected sound of her voice startled me so much that I jumped. Hearing Lydia behind me, I quickly folded up the papers and shoved them back into my purse. Leaving the rest of the items on the floor, I held firmly onto the straps of my purse and retreated to my bed.
     
    “No, I’m not,” I said.
     
    I didn’t believe the words even as I said them. Regret echoed in my heart as I faced the reality that I had, technically, already died and come back - as what I was now. Immortal.
     
    Lydia leaned casually up against the door frame of my room. I don’t know when the relationship between Lydia and I had transitioned from a fiery hate to a slow burning and smoldering hate but I still hated her. Just the sight of her put a scowl on my face.
     
    Whenever possible, I avoided running into her. It had been nice not seeing her in a while, but here she was to pop her head back up and to be a pain in the rear again. She wore her signature skintight dress, no straps or