Diana
“Wha-” I’m surprised by the sudden action, then I quickly shut my mouth as I hear it.
The sound of wooden doors being flung open, then fast footsteps—heels on marble-fast, searching.
And then-
BANG!
The French windows we just came through fly open again and slam against the outer walls.
She’s back.
I quietly inhale.
My heart spikes as my entire body tenses like live wire.
Dom holds my wrist tighter, grounding me.
The air above shifts.
Eyes scan the courtyard above us. I feel them sweep over the space, cold and sharp and searching.
They pause.
Right above us.
I still everything. Even my lungs.
But the overhang is deep. And the shadows hold.
She doesn’t see us.
A second later, the Matriarch retreats.
The French windows creak shut once more.
She actually doubled back.
She came back to the room, went straight to the wardrobe we were hiding in. When she didn't find anyone, she went straight to the French windows- the only other exit out of the room.
Meaning, she never fully believed
