Chapitre 595: Bad Feeling

Lucian stood in front of Melissa's door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He had been walking the halls of the inn, searching for something, or someone. And now he had found what he was looking for.

He didn't knock or say anything. He simply stood there, staring at the door, as if contemplating whether to enter or not. His mind was elsewhere, lost in thought, and he didn't notice the small sound of movement behind the door.

Inside the room, Melissa sat up in bed, her heart racing. She had heard the creaking of the floorboards outside her door and had instinctively reached for the pillow on his bed. She didn't know who was outside, and she wasn't about to take any chances. 'Is it Fein? But it was him or Melissa they would have already called out...'

Due to the recent suicide incidents, Fein warned her to be careful.