Goosebumps rose densely on Iris Harris's arms. She couldn't stay here, she couldn't stay here any longer. The time given to her was running out, and she couldn't be sure how much longer she could keep it hidden, how much longer she could avoid being discovered by Brandan Hyde.
Standing in the study, Iris Harris took a gentle breath. The fear deep inside was slowly welling up, making her fingertips tremble slightly.
Iris Harris, calm down.
She told herself.
Calm down.
Search again, you must be able to find it.
It couldn't have been lost, could it?
Brandan Hyde shouldn't be deranged to this extent.
Iris Harris's heart was pounding wildly, both scared and fearful. She tried her best to keep herself calm, then turned around to start rummaging through the bookshelf behind her.
The bookshelf was lined with various foreign books, German, British, Italian, and even books from countries whose scripts she couldn't recognize.
