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~Lisa's POV
I wiped my damp hands on my apron, though they wouldn't stop shaking. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else as I stood up. I didn't dare look back at the others.
The triplets wanted to see me. Why?
What did I do now?
The guard didn't slow his pace, and I had to hurry to keep up, my feet slipping a little against the polished floors. My heart thudded in my ears. Each step felt heavier than the last.
The maids' whispers still clung to me like smoke. She used her body… that's why Damon helped her… I swallowed hard, wishing I could scrape their voices out of my head.
The hall stretched longer than I remembered. Or maybe it was just my nerves. My palms were damp. I wanted to ask the guard why they wanted to see me, but his face was like stone, and I didn't dare.
Finally, he stopped in front of a large set of doors. My breath caught. I knew this place. This was where the triplets stayed.
