Before the door could swing wide open, Olivia acted quickly. She knew that even if she sat there with Avelvion or claimed to be his study partner, someone like Duke Herold would definitely find it suspicious.
No matter how Avelvion's logic tried to blind the man… it was not that easy for a man so meticulous and full of authority.
Then, without thinking twice, she grabbed the book and crawled under the large table. Her breath was held, her hands gripping the book so tightly as if afraid it would slip from her arms.
The metallic scent of blood still lingered on her fingertips, but she no longer cared about the smell.
From under the table, her gaze could only see the shadow of shoes stopping not far from her. Her heart beat wildly. It felt as if her heart was no longer inside, but on the outside. Allowing it to be heard in that silent atmosphere.
Don't move.... Don't, please…
She whispered.
I'm dead, if I move even a little,
