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2025-04-20 07:00:42ALAYNA’s POV
It is past midnight.
I sit with my back against the bedroom door, knees tucked into my chest, eyes wide open.
Outside my bedroom, all has gone silent. No footsteps. No murmurs. Not even the usual creak of the floorboards under heavy boots. That is good. That means everyone has gone to sleep.
Including Drake.
I press my palm flat against the cool wood of the door. My breath trembles in my throat, barely there, like it is afraid of being heard. Slowly, I twist the handle. It gives without a sound, thank the Goddess and I ease the door open just a crack. The hallway reveals itself, bathed in a wash of silver moonlight spilling through the window at the far end.
My bare feet make no sound as I slip out and close the door behind me. One soft click. That is all.
I tiptoe through the corridor, rubbing the itch in my nose caused by the scent of lemon polish lingering faintly in the air. There
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