The Truth Within The Vault
Valenticia's POV~
The four-poster bed in my room felt like a battlefield, my silken sheets binding my legs as I struggled, footless, to find rest, my body tossing all night, craving for peace. Crawford vault, tomorrow, the “M” note taunts. My brain wrestling with Rosanna’s ledger exposing Gregor’s 1999 serum that wiped my memory clean. Fear had its claws in my chest, with a cold and dread whispering: What if the past is a truth I cannot survive? A dart of sweat coated my forehead, and my heartbeat drummed rapidly.
I threw off the sheets and my bare feet hit the oak floor’s cold, then I reached for my robe, the smell of lavender a pale reminder of Rosanna’s warmth. Feeling miserable, I shuffled to the toilet and stared at the mirror above the sink - my eyes su
