Lady-sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt... -

“Well, well,” he whispered. “Lady-Sonia. Seventeen years, ten months, twenty-seven days. Right on time.”

When the servants found Lady-Sonia the next morning, she was sitting in the breakfast nook, humming a low, melodic tune. She smiled at Aunt Marguerite and said, “The moon is full in two nights now, isn’t it?” Lady-Sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt...

Her silver-streaked hair was unbound, cascading past her waist. She wore a gown of liquid crimson, embroidered with constellations. In her lap lay a leather-bound book, its pages glowing faintly, and her lips moved in a language that sounded like rain falling on glass. “Well, well,” he whispered

Sonia stumbled backward, but the floor had become a mirror, reflecting not her terrified face, but the face of a woman in a crimson gown holding a glowing book. Right on time

For three days, Sonia had heard the sounds: a low, melodic humming at midnight, the click of a latch, and the soft brush of silk against stone floors. Her aunt would disappear for hours, returning to breakfast with flushed cheeks and dreamy eyes, refusing to say where she had been.