Evangeline’s POV:
To my surprise, after the knock, the door slowly clicked open. My breath hitched in my throat as a figure stepped inside, silently closing the door behind him as though sneaking in.
The scent of peanut butter hit me before he turned around and I met his slanted hazel eyes.
My eyes widened.
"Hugo?"
He moved swiftly, his steps nearly soundless against the cold marble floor. His expression was tight, his jaw clenched, and before I could question him further, he lifted a finger to his lips, signaling for silence.
"Shh," he whispered, stepping closer. His hand reached up as if he was about to touch me, but I jerked back instinctively, my frown deepening.
I nodded hesitantly, letting him know I would stay quiet.
Hugo exhaled, then pulled a small folded paper from his p
