Chapter 106
I opened the door.
No one was there.
Just an empty corridor stretching in both directions, its stone walls lined with flickering torches. The flames burned steadily and undisturbed like they hadn't witnessed any drama in years and weren't about to start now.
I stepped out, scanning the hallway.
Nothing. No retreating figure, no sound of footsteps, not even a whisper of fabric.
I turned to go back into the room when my gaze fell on a piece of parchment lying near my feet.
I frowned and double-checked to make sure no one was around before picking up the piece of paper and shutting the door behind me.
Vorrak stirred in his satchel, his voice a low grumble. "I've got a bad feeling."
"Join the club," I replied.
Still, curiosity won out. I unfolded it carefully, half-expecting it to burst into flames or play a sinister melody.
The handwriting inside was elegant with thin and sharp strokes, like a dagger dressed in silk.
