Rosalind stepped out of the bath, her hair still damp as she dried it with a towel before slipping into her nightgown. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to ease the tension that still clung to her.
The day had not gone as she had hoped, from rushing to save Rowan, facing Alaric's threats once again, and almost missing Lady Evelina's class. She let out a sigh. The only thing on her mind now was sleep and she had no intention of sneaking out again, not after everything she had caused.
She moved toward the candles, blowing out a few until the room dimmed, when a knock sounded at her door.
Her brows drew together slightly as she glanced over. She wasn't expecting anyone this late. "Come in," she said, her voice low.
The door opened, and her footman stepped inside. Her lips parted in mild surprise. She hadn't called for him, so what could he possibly want at this hour?
