As she lay in her bed, her mind wandered to the portrait of the mysterious woman and the war between unknown men she had glimpsed.
Who was this woman, and what was her connection to the enigmatic Duke Sullivan?
The puzzles were endless, and Maxine had barely scratched the surface.
Maxine couldn't deny that curiosity had a firm grip on her, compelling her to delve deeper into the mysteries of the castle and its inhabitants.
She knew she had to be cautious, but she also felt an inexplicable pull towards uncovering the truth.
'I...I will check the library when it's dawn. I need to reread the book, Duke Of Ashbourne. I must have forgotten a lot of events that transpired. I will know if there had been a hint of a portrait of a woman hidden in his drawing room.'
The sensation of Sullivan's bite lingered on her neck, a strange mix of pain and pleasure. It was a reminder of the complexity of the world she had stepped into.
