Chapter 51 Chap Fifty

• I picked up the pen holder and stared at it, unable to believe it was in my hands. This small object felt like a key to helping Damon, bringing me closer to the truth I sought.
• Taking a deep breath, I approached the door, ready to leave. But my heart skipped a beat when the doorknob turned. Someone was coming in! Fear coursed through me as I frantically scanned the room for a hiding spot. My eyes landed on another door, and I quickly slipped inside, closing it behind me.
• Pressing my ear to the door, I strained to listen. Footsteps echoed through Neticia’s room. Who could it be at this hour? My heart raced like I had just run a marathon, my palms damp with sweat. Could it be the traitor Damon was hunting? My grip on the pen holder tightened as anxiety clawed at me.