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Chapter 8: The Escape 1

Penulis: JEZZE L
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Daisy's POV

My heart pounds in my chest and adrenaline pumps into my system as I tiptoe down the stairs, careful not to make any sound.

Every nerve in my body is screaming at me to return to the room, but I still tread forward in the almost dark staircase, using the light coming from the chandelier as a guide.

The rails of the staircase are cold against my fingers.

My gaze constantly flits to check behind my shoulders. To see if I'm being followed.

If it's all a trap. If the reason there has been no sight of any guards since I left my room was to test me.

Maybe seeing the letter too was a trap. Maybe I've been tricked by Maria and she did know about the letter.

My legs pause mid step. I glance behind me again.

Nobody. Then why does it feel like I'm being watched?

I inhale and exhale, clenching my hands into fists.

You can do this, Daisy. You've got this.

I take a last step down the stairs, landing on the cushion rug.

The light coming from the chandelier is no
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