Seph had never been more terrified in her entire life. Her hands were shaking so badly, she’d hardly been able to get the key in the lock to open the door that led to the staircase she needed to take to reach the highest point in the castle, the North Tower. Wearing Eli’s black cloak did little to camouflage her while inside Wrenbrook, so she’d kept it slung over her arm. Several times, she’d heard footsteps in the hallways and had had to duck into alcoves or behind decorations to keep from being seen. Guards and servants were the only ones up this time of night, and while the latter would likely pay her no mind, she had no desire to be seen by the former.