Chapter 2 - Whispers in the Dark
The master bedroom felt cold despite the warm lighting streaming from the nightstand lamps. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights flickered like distant embers, but inside, the air was thick with lethal tension. Damian shifted slightly against his pillows, every breath a agonizing struggle. His hand remained raised, keeping Mara frozen five paces away while his dark eyes locked onto tiny Lila.
"Translate," Damian demanded again, his whisper carrying a terrifying authority that made Mara’s knees buckle. She clutched her maid apron, her breathing shallow as she stared at her daughter's fluttering fingers. Lila moved her hands with gentle precision, her face calm and innocent, entirely oblivious to the life-or-death gamble playing out in the room.
"She... she says she was hiding under the staircase near the apothecary kitchen this morning," Mara stuttered, her eyes filling with helpless tears. "She was looking for her lost ribbon when she saw someone open your lockbox." Damian's posture went completely rigid. Only three people in the entire estate possessed the combination to that lockbox where his daily cardiac serums were stored.
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"Go on," Damian commanded, leaning forward slightly despite the excruciating pain in his chest. Lila’s hands made another rapid series of signs, touching her forehead, then tapping two fingers together before pointing directly at the heavy double doors leading to the mansion’s private security wing. Mara gasped softly, slapping a hand over her mouth as horror flooded her face.
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