Baron Edgar stood before Augusta. She stared at him, her face covered in fear. The ghost she thought she had successfully locked away was standing before her, in the flesh, poised to destroy everything she had built.
"F…Father," she stammered, her voice a weak, trembling sound that was nothing like her usual confident tone. "How d…did you…" Her words died in her throat as her eyes shifted and she noticed the calm, composed figure standing just behind the Baron. "Mr. Prescott?" she said, the name a question, a plea, and an accusation all at once. The shock of seeing her own aide, her trusted informant, one of the people who was supposed to be her ally , standing beside her enemy was a betrayal so profound it momentarily overshadowed even her fear of the Baron.
She whispered, the shock still evident on her face. " You are the mole." Her eyes widened with the realization.
