Georgia's POV
"Madam! Wake up! It's Katie—"
Amara's trembling voice broke through my sleep. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but when I opened my eyes, she was standing by my bedside, her face pale and eyes filled with worry.
My heart jumped. I pushed myself up in an instant. "What happened to her?"
"She can't sleep," Amara said breathlessly. "She asked me to see the treehouse her Aunt Vicky mentioned she had when she was young during dinner. I thought maybe a walk in the garden would calm her down, hoping it would tire her out and then make her sleepy.
But now she's up there and refuses to come down. She started throwing things at me when I tried to urge her to go back to the mansion and sleep. The treehouse only has a rope ladder—if she keeps struggling, we could both fall."
My brows knitted. That didn't sound like Katie at all. She was never one to throw tantrums violently like that, especially not at night. Something felt off.
