Chapter 059
Niklas' POV
When I entered that room, my palms were already perspiring.
Thick with tension and the metallic taste of something about to shatter, the air was oppressive. Every shadow seemed to linger longer than it should have, and the walls seemed to be closing in. It smelt of cigarettes, betrayal, and old leather.
Every look, phoney smile, and rigid motion shouted: Don't believe this.
Emilia was standing near me, her shoulder grazing mine, her breathing irregular. Her body tensed, and I could feel her fingers trembling slightly as they touched my sleeve. She was making an effort to remain composed. courageous. I was as familiar with her heartbeat as I was with my own. And it was racing now.
She felt afraid.
So was I.
However, I was unable to demonstrate it. Not right n
