Chapter 95

SIMON'S POV

"Simon, help!" A faint sound echoed in my ear, and I recognised it as being that of Lenora, but the moment I stood up from my bed, the sound vanished. It wasn't repeating itself in my head any longer and vanished like I never heard it.

"Strange," I muttered to myself as I returned back to my bed. Laying on it, I brought a pillow to my chest to hold on tight to it as my body seemed to be disturbed, but that wasn't helping.

I wasn't feeling okay and my body wasn't settled. I wanted to check up on Lenora, and perhaps that would put my mind at ease, but at the same time, I couldn't. Holland was in her room, and I couldn't just barge in there. He would take it as something else, and I wasn't in the mood to argue or fight with him. We've done that way too much in the past few days.

With my mind still troubled, I stood up from the bed and slowly walked towards my desk while straining my hea