The footsteps above grew louder — deliberate, heavy, echoing like a countdown. Milena tightened her grip on the journal. Gareth quietly doused the lantern's flame, plunging them into thick, breathless darkness.
They waited.
Three seconds.
Six.
Nine.
Then — silence.
Milena leaned close to whisper, "Do you think they left?"
Gareth shook his head. "They're listening. Waiting."
She glanced around the chamber, her eyes adjusting. The tapestry fluttered slightly. There was a draft — a hidden way out?
She stepped closer and felt along the wall behind it. Stone… stone… then nothing.
"A tunnel," she breathed.
Together, they slipped behind the tapestry and into a narrow corridor barely wide enough for them to move side by side. The journal tucked into Milena's coat thumped softly against her ribs with each step — like a heartbeat reminding her she carried her family's truth.
As they crept through the dark, Gareth whispered, "Milena… that journal said they purged your house. Do you think… do you think the queen was part of it?"
Milena didn't answer. The truth trembled on the edge of her memory. Faint flashes of her previous life flickered in her mind — a woman in crimson robes, a burning sigil, screams, betrayal.
She stopped. "Yes," she finally said. "And she knew I'd be reborn."
Gareth stared at her. "Then that means… your return wasn't unexpected."
"No," Milena said grimly, "it was feared."
Suddenly, torchlight glowed behind them.
"They're in the tunnel!" someone shouted.
Milena and Gareth broke into a run.
The chase had begun — not just for her life, but for the truth of House Eldryn. And Milena would not let history erase her a second time