I felt as though I couldn’t breathe; I was holding my breath the entire time the Duke of North-Valley and Marlon were in the small foyer area, right outside the door. I could hear them so clearly it was as if they were standing right next to me. The duke had touched the door handle and I could nearly see my life flashing before my eyes. The room was closing in on me and I kept thinking to myself, “this is it. This is how I’m going to die. At the hands of a duke.”
I guess there could be worse ways to die, but then what about Mateo? It’s how he would die too, and I didn’t want that for him. I could hear the footsteps of the men on the floor above me; they were raiding through the manor to specifically look for Mateo and me.
How did they even find out about us?
We’ve been doing so well
