Elara's POV
I stood frozen, staring at the dusty journal clenched in my hands. My heart raced extremely faster than normal, I bet Jordan could hear my heartbeat.
"Do you know what it is?" Jordan asked softly, leaning in closer to get a better view of it.
I gulped a lump down my throat and shook my head. "No, but it was hidden, under the floorboards so that has to mean something." I paused to raise a brow at him. "Right?"
Jordan nodded slowly. "Well yeah. Should we open it? Maybe it has answers."
I hesitated, my fingers brushed the leather cover, wiping off the dust.
"I-I uhmm." I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Can I read it alone first?"
"Alone? Why would you want to do that?" Jordan furrowed his brows in confusion at me.
I nodded, gripping the journal tighter. "
