The door clicked shut behind Devon. The sound was soft, final, and louder than it should have been in the sudden quiet of the east wing.
He paused just inside the threshold, letting his eyes adjust to the low light.
The corridor was long and dim, lit only by a row of wall sconces that threw small pools of gold onto the dark wood paneling.
A faint scent of lavender and old roses hung in the air.
Eleanor stood twenty feet away, her back to him, one hand resting on the marble windowsill. Moonlight from the tall arched window cut across her silhouette, turning the champagne silk of her gown almost silver.
She hadn't moved since sending the note. She hadn't even turned around.
Devon took a few slow steps forward and stopped. Hands in his pockets, he waited.
The silence stretched.
Then her voice cam
"I know what you did."
