Caterina's POVMy heart hammered so loudly I was certain Agnes would hear it. Jordan’s hand was warm and steady in mine behind the collapsed pew, but my mind raced. The beams of their flashlights sliced through the dusty air of the abandoned chapel like accusations. One swept inches above our heads, catching on the faded gold of a broken crucifix.“Check the altar,” Agnes ordered, in a low, sharp voice. “They were seen near the east wing earlier.”Signore Vittorio’s smoother tones followed. “The girl is clever. Brick… he’s still an unknown quantity. But if they’re digging where they shouldn’t—”“Quiet,” Agnes snapped.I held my breath; dust tickled my nose from the old wood. Jordan’s thumb traced a slow circle on the back of my hand, a silent reassurance that sent warmth spreading through my chest despite the terror. Minutes stretched, and their footsteps kept moving closer, then retreated. 'Huhhhhhh,' I exhaled in relief. The door creaked shut and silence returned, broken only by the
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