Ray’s P.O.V.

The mark on my neck stung against the itchy fabric of my shirt. The pain reminded me that what happened wasn't born from my imagination.

The guards on the lower portion of the house were distracted for the time being. I circled the house, following the hasty directions Ethel had given me.

I cared nothing for the tasks she gave me, as I would already do anything for Ethel. She could send me across the world, and I would follow her voice the entire journey.

Ethel cared for Alfred Sharp in her kind-hearted way. She wished to help the Prince how she could. It was clear she had...