Chapter 28

• Mathilde
• I sat alone in my dimly lit room, feeling a sense of unease that I couldn't shake. Something was off with Damon, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It was as if he was hiding something, but I couldn't figure out what it was.
• I absentmindedly fiddled with the pages of the book on my desk, trying to shake off the feeling. Then, the sound of a gentle knock on my door pulled me from my reverie. I stood up and opened the door to see who it was.