I paced the floor waiting for 2 a.m. to strike. I had nine minutes and fifteen seconds to go. This was the night. I had my beautiful knives tucked in their sheath hidden on my person by Ms. Noel’s cloaking spell. And when the caretaker left out this morning, she left the door unlocked. Whoever this mysterious person was, she saw that I was in trouble and risked her own life by helping me.
To prevent anyone from suspecting the caretaker of being an accomplice, I decided to break the doorknob. Hopefully, that would divert any suspicion of her.
The whole day had been quiet. Not a stir. No signs of Mustafa or any of his creepy recruits sniffing around. That was good and bad. Good, because my unlocked door had gone unnoticed, and bad because I suspected the dark angel might be preparing my ex
