Arthur’s POV
I had been sitting at my desk for hours, my head pounding with the weight of the problem in front of me. Every time I thought I had a lead, it slipped away. I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the headache that seemed to get worse with every passing minute. The thought of someone wanting to harm Antonnia filled me with rage, but also confusion. Who could want to hurt her? Who would dare?
The room around me was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a few candles. The night had crept in, but I hadn’t noticed. I was too consumed by my thoughts, too consumed by the danger that loomed over her.
Suddenly, I heard the door creak open. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Jeremy, always looking out for me, was standing behind me.
"Arthur, you need to rest," Jeremy said, hi
