The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow through the small barred window of my chamber. I sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thoughts, my mind replaying Damon's words again and again.
"You're not alone, Evelyn."
But how much could I trust him? I had learned my lesson about misplaced trust the deepest cuts always came from those closest to you.
A soft knock at the door broke my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat. No one dared to approach my room this late unless it was for a sinister purpose.
"Who is it?" I asked, my voice steady despite the fear swirling inside.
The door creaked open slightly, and to my surprise, a familiar face peeked through. Lila, my loyal maid the only person who had ever shown me genuine kindness within the palace walls.
"My lady," she whispered, stepping inside quickly and closing the door behind her. Her eyes darted around, ensuring no one followed. "Forgive me for coming so late, but I had to see you."
