After we laid Anya on our bed to sleep, Demitri and I made a game plan for when she wakes up and how we are going to get her in and out of the palace unnoticed by the rest of the people here. While we were doing that, we also started looking at the clues that could lead us to who has been doing this to poor Anya this entire time. I sigh as we look over the journal for any clue to who could actually be the owner of this journal. “So,” I say to Demitri. “Who do you think it is?”
Demitri sighs and shakes his head slowly. “I don’t know. The handwriting does not look like my father's, thankfully, but I am terrified that this might not be someone who actually lives here in the palace.”
I c**k my head to the side and look up at him. “What do you mean? I mean, the journal dates back over an en
