CHAPTER 18
Dermos' POV
Something white catches my eye from in between the drawers. I opened it to find a new note slipped in, a message written in red ink.
“She isn’t who you think. But neither are you.”
A frown replaced my expression.
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Ariel's POV
Days Later [After discharge]
I stepped out of the shower, the water still dripping from my hair, and wrapped a towel around myself.
I winced at the scar from behind my head, but then soon the pain faded; it was healing.
Though the mansion felt different, the bodyguards, maids, and cleaners talked in corners, their eyes instantly darting away when I passed.
Even Luciana was distant, and she'd been quiet for a while.
I shook off the feeling, thinking it was just paranoia. But as I entered my room, something instantly felt off.
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