Noble's Maid Guide |link|: Spy Mission A

But her eyes were already working. Cataloguing the servant passages behind the tapestry. Counting the paces from the kitchen to the wine cellar. Noting the way the footmen’s boots left faint smears of red clay only on the east wing’s floorboards.

Lord Harrow’s voice, smooth as poisoned honey: “You’ll do no such thing, my dear. Remember who has your son.” spy mission a noble's maid guide

Mira was turning down the guest bedroom’s sheets when Lady Ashworth arrived unannounced. A furious, beautiful woman with diamonds at her throat and a letter clutched in her gloved hand. Mira froze behind the dressing screen, heart hammering. But her eyes were already working

But the real prize came on the twelfth day. Noting the way the footmen’s boots left faint

The east wing was Harrow’s private domain. No servants except his personal valet, a man named Finch with a twitchy smile and eyes that watched too closely. The wine cellar had a second entrance behind a false barrel—she’d felt the draft. And the library’s third bookshelf from the window was actually a door, judging by the scuff marks on the floor.