Diana
The air was colder by the hidden door.
I stared at it, my brain itching with curiosity. Edric was still passed out and Muzan hadn’t come this way so far, enough for me to ask any questions.
‘What’s the worst that could happen?’ my brain told me. With my terrible decision-making skills, I judged my brain right.
My hand moved toward the wooden edge.
I didn’t even touch the thing before a strong grip latched on my arm and pulled me back. My heart could have stopped beating right there and then, and instinctively, I poised for a strike but stopped my raised hand when I saw the person.
It was Muzan.
His face was ghastly and pale, and he was staring at me like I had just tried to jump off a cliff.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked with a low whisper-yell.
“I…” I
