Chapter 126
Biting her lip, Kamilla pressed an ear to the door, listening closely.
She stood back with a frown. Absolute silence. Well… had she expected to hear dragging chains or something?
Kamilla pursed her lips. To be honest, she had. She’d expected to hear at least a ticking clock, frot just any clock, but an old, dusty, grandfather clock wak the ghost of Popeye haunting it.
If there were a couple of ghosts scattered about the room, she’d brave their frosty glares. If they were friendly, she’d ask them to tell her secrets of the Royal family so she would be ten steps ahead of Viktor. Surely the whole situation could be solved by just knowing what the hell it was that Rogan had against Onyx?
Kamilla squared her shoulders. There was only one way to find out.
Slowly putting her first hair clip into the keyhole, she fiddled around for a moment before realizing she had no idea how to pick a lock.
Kamilla blinked in thought. Well, in the movies they always just did this.
Tightening her grip on the clip, she moved it around even more in the keyhole, her heart lifting when she heard a click.
Her smile quickly fell when she pulled back her hand and saw that the click had been her hair clip breaking in two.
The other bit fell near her shoes and Kamilla sighed at it.
Picking out another clip, she got back to work.
After a lifetime of fiddling and jerking her fingers about, Kamilla heard another click. Groaning at the thought of another broken clip, Kamilla jerked her hand back to glare at an actually very whole clip.
Slowly looking back at the door, Kamilla wrapped a hand around the handle. Would she, who had no experience in robbery whatsoever, so easily succeed in picking locks??
The answer was apparently yes as Kamilla watch the door open a little from slight pressure.
This was it.
The moment she’d been waiting for.
Holding her breath, Kamilla pushed open the door, bracing herself for all the ghosts and the cold and Popeye’s ghostly attacks.
She stopped in the doorway as the brightly lit room stood before her.
Kamilla blinked.
Nothing. There was nothing but dusty boxes stacked haphazardly around the room, the old windows uncovered and letting in as much light as the morning could give.
Kamilla couldn’t deny that she was disappointed.
Where were the ghosts? Not even one little grandfather clock standing creepily in a corner.
She shook her head as she walked in. Vampire castles really needed to up their game with the scare factor.
She passed a finger over one box, leaving a single clean streak over its dusty top.
“What is all this stuff? Kamilla murmured as she tooked around at the stacks.
There were all sorts of things behind the first tall stacks of boxes.
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broken rocking chair carried a few woolen items of clothing that she didn t date touch-
Lord knew what creatures had taken up residence in those clothes,
There were a few stacks of old papers beside the rocking chair. They were old, brown from age with little holes in the corners.
Crouching down, Kamilla took a closer look at thes and frowned.
The titles made sense, but the rest of the writing wasn’t English. From the bizarrely shaped letters, Kamilla wasn’t certain if it was actually even mi exicti language.
She gently flipped the brittle pages aside. They had ima
of leaves, twigs, branches and little animals around the writing.
She looked back over the titles on a few pages. “Healing“,
sleep“, “Life“, “Love“, “Soul mate“, “Water“, “Wine“.
Kamilla frowned. These couldn’t possibly be…. magic suspicious enough.
She had
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way of knowing if they were actual spells or not, but the bizarre writing nose her
She lifted her gaze to the rocking chair, eyeing the dusty woolen clothing. Gingerly, Kamilla lifted a single piece of clothing, bracing herself for the spide that might spray a web out at her like Spiderman.
No web came but Kamilla did notice something.
The clothing she’d lifted was a woven top of some sort. And
it
belonged
to
a woman.
Kamilla cringed and lowered the top. If this belonged to Viktor’s mother, the late queen had a less than perfect sense of fashion.
Pushing herself up, Kamilla looked around the room. She spotted a dusty little
ase behind the rocking chair and was instantly curious.
In her haste to get to the case, Kamilla’s foot got caught against the leg of the rocking chair and she found herself tripping and falling onto her knees.
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