Chapter 0350 Once we were out of eyeshot of the I guards, Enzo silently pointed down another long hallway. This one was lined withrge windows on either side that had curved designs etched into the ss, causing the light from the full moon to cast patterns on the floor. The three of us quickly made our way down the hallway, taking care not to be seen through therge windows in case I anyone was looking, and then came to I a point where the hallway branched off into two directions.


    “I think his bedroom is down this way,” Enzo whispered, his voice so low it sounded like nothing more than a gentle gust of wind. He pointed to the right, where the corridor went straight on until it reached a dead end with a


    Enzo nced over and Luke and I. We both nodded, then watched as he slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door.


    Inside therge room, with its high, arched ceiling andrge canopy bed, a low fire glowed in the firece. It


    seemed as though the fire hadn''t been tended to in some time, and was getting close to being nothing but. I I embers. The bed, which was made out of what looked like mahogany wood with ornate spiral designs carved into the four tall posts, had a heavy drapery over the top that came down and covered the bed.


    Someone was sleeping in that bed, but none of us could see just yet who it was.


    Slowly, Enzo moved forward and reached out for the curtain on the bed.


    Luke and I stood by the doorway, holding our breath with wide eyes as we watched Enzo slowly pull back the curtain. It felt like an eternity passed, and the entire time I felt as though Selena woulde up behind me at any moment and grab me around the


    neck.


    Suddenly, recognition shed across his face. He turned to look at Luke and I and nodded, then reached into the bed to wake his father up. I slowly walked over to see, but when I did, my face fell and my heart sank into the depths of my stomach.


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    A gasp escaped my throat. Enzo’s hands began to shake violently, and he stumbled backwards, mping a hand over his mouth as his eyes widened.


    Richard was alive; I could hear him breathing gently, but it wasn’t a solid and steady form of breathing. It was what I learned in medical school to be known as the “death rattle”; when a person’s lungs begin to fill with fluid shortly before death.


    I leaned closer to get a better look, and when I did, my fears were only confirmed.


    Richard’s face was gaunt and pale. His eyes were half open, but they were clouded over and looked like they were made of ss. His body was so thin I could see his cor bones protruding even through his shirt.


    Enzo’s father was on the verge of death, and there was no stopping it now. He had an hour, maybe two, left to live.


    That was why Selena hadn’te after us: she already knew that our rescue mission would fail.