Chapter 41

Christopher's heart hammered against his ribs, caught between the exhilaration of Evelyn's bold claim and the dread of its potential consequences. He stole a glance at Silver, her usually willful face contorted in a mixture of fury and disbelief. The revelation had provoked a firestorm in the hall, whispers crackling like flames.

Evelyn, unaware of the unrest, held his gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. "So, Chris, do you care to introduce me to your lovely audience?" She purred, her voice laced with a mischievous lilt.

Christopher cleared his throat, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes on him. He couldn't bring himself to lie, not with Evelyn looking at him like that. Yet the thought of revealing his secret—his hidden world of historical writings—filled him with a paralyzing fear.

Those leather-bound journals tucked away in his attic, filled with meticulous recreations of forgotten battles and whispered tales of ancient civilizations, were his sanctuary. They were a world he'd
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