( Lady Demetria's chambers… )
The corridor leading to Lady Demetria's doors was quiet.
Too still.
A quiet that felt a little out of place for a pack that had just slammed its gates shut.
Theodora stood before the towering wooden doors, her palms slick with sweat despite the cold draft slipping down the hallway. Her breath fanned out in uneven puffs, disappearing into the dim light.
Her mind was in itself another battlefield…all sorts of thoughts crashing violently into the next.
"Knock. You came here for a reason. Knock, Theodora. Stop being a chicken! " She could hear Raf's voice in her head for no reason.
Her hand lifted hesitantly.
Hovering inches from the polished wood.
Then they froze.
Her heart thudded painfully.
What was she even going to say?
"Lady Demetria, hi, so sorry for barging in during a lockdown, but you see, I am hiding a wanted fugitive in my house so I needed a little emotional support?" Like what the fuck?!
Absolutely not.
