Anna's hatred ran deep, but she kept it hidden behind a mask of civility. She knew she couldn't act impulsively. The duchy's servants already started to disregard her. All the influence she built was for nought.
And Benedict's father had grown distant. She needed to bide her time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers.
Just as she stepped away from the sickeningly happy family, someone grabbed her. Their hand was firmly placed on her mouth to prevent her from screaming. There was a small flash that didn't attract attention...
Before anyone knew it. Anna was gone. She vanished without a trace. No one saw her leave the estate... But no one could find her either... The Duke knew that something was amiss... She was planning something, wasn't she?
