CHAPTER 55

Vanya's POV:

I walked quietly into Marco's room, my footsteps light on the hardwood floor. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door open.

The room was dim, the soft glow of the lamp casting long shadows across the bed where Marco lay sleeping. I walked over to his bedside, His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the once-pale color of his skin slowly returning to a healthier shade. It was a relief to see him like this, to know that he was getting better after the horrific ordeal with Cian.

I reached down to adjust his blanket, tucking it carefully around him. As I did, something hard and angular brushed against my fingers under the pillow. I hesitated, my heart skipping a beat as I pulled out a small, worn leather-bound journal. I knew instantly that this was one of my father's journals. But what was it doing here, under Marco's pillow?

Glancing back at Marco to ensure he was still asleep, I slipped the journal under my shirt. I left the room quietly, a sense of unease