Daniel’s POV
The door handle turned again, slowly.
As if whoever stood outside did not want to make a sound.
My body refused to move. I could not even breathe properly. My eyes were fixed on the thin line of darkness between the door and the floor.
The handle twisted harder.
The lock creaked.
My heart pounded so loudly I was sure it could be heard from outside.
Then suddenly—
“Who is there?!” a guard shouted down the corridor.
The handle stopped moving.
For one second, everything went silent.
Then I heard quick footsteps running away.
“Stop!” the guard yelled.
More footsteps followed. Armor clattered. Someone was being chased.
I stumbled backward from the door, my legs weak. My hands were shaking so badly I had to grab the edge of my table to steady myself.
Someone had come
