Lorelai is nothing more than a maid in the powerful Draven household until the family forces her into a marriage alliance with their bitter enemies, the Varkis clan. Rather than sacrifice their own daughter, the Dravens send Lorelai as a disposable scapegoat to seal the uneasy truce.
The Varkis family, unaware she is only a servant, believes she is the woman who nearly killed their heir. From the moment she arrives, Lorelai faces cold hostility and open suspicion. When an assassination attempt leaves her with amnesia, she wakes in enemy territory with no memory of her true identity or the danger she’s in.
Trapped in an unfamiliar world of suspicion and secrets, Lorelai must now decide whom to trust and whom to fear before the truth catches up and destroys her.

The eastern district was quiet on Sunday mornings in the way that places are quiet when the people who live there have decided, collectively, that noise requires more effort than it is worth. The market stalls were shuttered. The bakery on the corner put out its fresh loaves without ceremony, and the woman who ran it did not call out to passersby the way she did on weekdays. A cat sat in a doorway and watched Jeremy walk past without the energy to be curious about him.


Chapter 32 - Jeremy's Sunday