Faith's POV
As I walked back to Azil's room , I caught a whiff of cigarette smoke on my clothes from passing by the maids smoking area.
My mind wandered back to Felix's warning, his voice low and serious, a tone that didn't quite match the mischievous glint in his eye.
"Don't trust anyone," he'd said, his words dripping with an air of mystery.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the sincerity in his voice.
Who was this guy, really? And why did I find myself wanting to listen to him?
I tucked the mysterious orange paper into my pocket, my curiosity piqued.
As I turned, Khana's peculiar stare caught my attention. I flashed her a warm smile, and she returned it with a hesitant greeting, her brow slick with sweat. "Hey," I said, my voice measured, and nodded as I walked past her.
"Ma'am," she called out, her hand grasping for mine. I halted, my eyes locking onto hers.
