Sanaya’s P.O.V:

It was nearly ten at night when the elevator doors to Lancelin’s office dinged open and he stepped into the room, looking utterly exhausted and ready to pass out.

“Mr. Eustis?” I ran out of my cabin and reached him just in time to catch him before he collapsed on the ground. “Lancelin!”

“I d-don’t need help!” He fought against my hold on him as he stood up on shaky legs. “Book me a hotel for tonight, now!” He snapped at me as he walked towards his desk. “Where’s the diary I gave you?”

“The diary?” I asked him dumbfounded. He couldn’t possibly be thinking about that damned...