The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347

Richard let out a derisive laugh. “How many times do I have to repeat myself? Mama’s got this under control. Once she’s done, he’ll follow our orders without question.”

Lilith’s brow knit together in confusion. She wasn’t entirely sure what Richard meant by all that, but now wasn’t the moment to pry. Silently, she slipped past the door, hugging the shadows to avoid detection, and made her way quietly up the stairs.

The room was exactly where Maisy had said it would be. Lilith carefully opened the door, stepping inside with barely a sound. The heavy scent of perfume lingered in the air, so strong it made her wrinkle her nose in distaste.

Just as she had expected, the room was extravagantly decorated. Rich velvet curtains framed the windows, and the bed was draped with thick, luxurious fabric that hung from the canopy above. The adjoining bathroom was enormous, featuring a bathtub large enough to fit the entire household comfortably. Nearby, a walk-in closet nearly rivaled the size of the bedroom itself.

Lilith decided to begin her search in the closet. It was packed mostly with clothing, but she found several boxes filled with miscellaneous items. Nothing particularly remarkable—some personal documents, faded family photos, and a handful of random trinkets.

Moving back into the main bedroom, Lilith carefully examined the vanity, rifled through the dresser drawers, checked the nightstands, and even looked beneath the mattress.

Still, she found nothing.

Her hope was starting to wane when a small, ornate wooden box caught her eye, partially hidden beneath the bed. It was locked, but after some searching, she discovered a key cleverly concealed in the false bottom of the bedside drawer. The key fit perfectly, and the lock clicked open with a satisfying sound.

Lilith’s eyes widened as she lifted the lid. Inside lay what appeared to be Margaret’s personal diary. Flipping through the pages, she found several entries that piqued her interest. One detailed a ritual involving resurrecting someone from the dead to serve as a mindless servant.

A shiver ran down Lilith’s spine. “Figures,” she muttered under her breath, turning to the next entry.

After a brief pause, Alexander cleared his throat. “What did you mean earlier?” he asked gently. “When you said you might end up like Liam?”

My face paled. I should have guessed he wouldn’t let it go so easily. But how could I answer without revealing the full truth or pushing him away?

Before I could find the right words, fate intervened once more.

Suddenly, Lilith burst into the room, her expression as if she’d seen a ghost. She thrust her phone in front of me, displaying a photo of what looked like a journal entry.

“I think I found where the artifacts are,” she whispered, her voice trembling.