Chapter 10.
The rain fell that night, soaking the windows of the dimly lit room. Elara sat on the edge of the bed, her mind still filled with the events of that afternoon how Damien had saved her on the stairs, how he had looked at her with anger and fear.
She felt locked in a maze of conflicting feelings. between hate and confusion, between fear and a strange feeling she couldn't name.
To distract herself, Elara went to the desk in the corner of the room-the desk that used to belong to Adrian. The drawer was locked, but the small key hanging on the cabinet made her curious. With trembling hands, she tried it. The key matched.
One by one, the drawers opened, filled with unimportant papers: financial records, invitation letters, and dried-up pens. But in the bottom drawer, Elara found s
