Someone was in my room last night, and I was almost certain it wasn’t Onyx. He left before I fell asleep. I’d kissed him goodbye and locked the door behind him, hadn’t I? I was almost certain, but as I looked across the room towards my balcony doors, my deepest fear was confirmed. The doors were unlocked, and someone had let themselves into my room while I was asleep.
In the distance, I heard the clammer of our wooden stair case and my hands shook. Scrambling, I grabbed the stone and note, shoving them under my blanket before they could be seen. All of a sudden, my bedroom door flew open, my tired-eyed father bursting through the entry way. His face stricken with a panic I’d never seen before as his eyes rapidly flew around the room searching for me. He seemed to calm slightly, finding t
