_Lisa's POV_
I froze the moment I stepped into Fenric's room.
The door clicked softly behind me, and silence wrapped around the space like a thick blanket. My fingers were still shaking as I lowered them from the doorknob. The key rested like a stone in my pocket, but I no longer felt its weight.
The room was… cold.
Not in temperature, but in feeling.
The walls were dark. They were painted a deep forest green that drank up the light. The curtains were drawn tight, casting the room in shadows. A few thin lines of sunlight slipped through the cracks, striping the hardwood floors like pale scars.
Everything inside was neat....too neat.
The bed was perfectly made. There was not a single wrinkle on the charcoal gray sheets. The desk was spotless. A silver pen lay exactly perpendicular to
