Derek’s POV (Minutes Ago)
Derek’s heart pounded in his chest as he pressed himself against the cold, damp wall of the manor. The voices of Angelina, Basset, and Grandfather Morano echoed through the hallway, their words sharp and urgent. He couldn’t see them, but he didn’t need to. His heightened senses painted a vivid picture of the scene unfolding just a few feet away.
“This is a disaster,” Angelina hissed, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “If Derek finds out what we’re doing here, it’s over. He’s already too nosy for his own good.”
“He’s blind, Angelina,” Basset growled, his tone dismissive. “What’s he going to do? Stumble around in the dark and trip over his own cane? He’s harmless.”
Derek’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists. He wasn’t harmless. Far f
