Chapter 125. In the Service of the General

Maggie POV

After such a long ride, and since I wasn’t prepared to go anywhere when they took me in the first place, I feel filthy inside this lovely home. The furnishings are all new, mahogany wood, I think, glistening with a mirror-like shine.

The fabrics in the curtains and upholstered furniture are the finest I’ve ever seen, though that may not be saying much since I’ve never been inside anything but a country farmhouse.

Even the scent in here is luxurious, something like clean linen, only crisper, maybe with a hint of citrus.

Whatever it is, it doesn’t calm my nerves or lighten the rock in my stomach as we make our way down the massive hallways.

Who are these people? Why do they want me here?

Finally, we reach a set of double doors that the man pul