Hermosa’s POV

The maid escorted us back to our respective rooms. As we walked, I kept a sharp eye on Lucy. Her face held a sense of calm—a serenity I hadn’t seen in her before, and it made me feel restless. Just before the maid could leave us, I reached out, grabbed Lucy by the arm, and dragged her into my room. I pressed my fingers to my lips, signaling for absolute silence.

She closed her mouth instantly, her ears practically glued to my face, waiting for my next words.

“Why ...