Chapter 48 Tangled Intentions

"Dmitri?" I call softly as I reach the top of my ladder to the roof. The weather is unseasonably cool and a light, drizzly rain descends from the clouded night sky. I pull my shawl tighter around my shoulders and shiver. Maybe he won t be up here tonight. But he has to be. I need to talk with him. I need to show him this letter from Kyla. I ll go into his suite if I have to. Wherever he might be at the moment, my fiancé is not on the roof at this time. That s all right. I can wait, in spite of the weather. Maybe by the time I go back inside, I will be grateful for Juniper s July fireplace-lighting habit. At least this way I have time to process what I overheard while I was meandering towards my suite after supper. I had decided to explore some of the secret passageways I hadn t gotten to yet, which I thought was a safe decision because Wesley and Zinaida ate supper far more quickly than usual and left together with grim expressions; I knew they would not interfere with