Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113 How could Idris come? 

Noah’s face tensed up. “Mr. Young, you’ve seen it all. Why bother with my little tower? But sure, I’m flattered you asked. 

He shot a look at Mr. Ziegler, who knew exactly what to do. With a crafty grin, he told Liam, “Right 

this way, young sir. 

Liam gave a small nod and shot Noah a quick look before leading me up the winding staircase to the rooftop with Mr. Ziegler. The castle stood proudly in the middle of the lake, and from up here, the view was out of this world. The lake shimmered a brilliant green, dotted with yachts that lazily made their way towards the distant valleys. 

Once Liam found a spot in the shade, he turned to Mr. Ziegler and asked, “Mr. Ziegler, could I trouble you for a cup of coffee?” Mr. Ziegler seemed a bit startled and hesitated for a second, but then he smiled warmly and said, “Absolutely, I’ll have it made for you right away.” 

I scanned the rooftop, puzzled by Liam’s request. We were supposed to be looking for someone, and here he was, casually asking for coffee. I could not hide my impatience and blurted out, “Liam…” Liam caught the urgency in my voice and, with a reassuring smile, gestured towards the spire. “Check out what’s over there.” 

I did not get it, but I went anyway. I saw a massive iron chain anchored beneath the spire, stretching all the way to the cliff on the other side. Beyond that, there did not seem to be anything else. I turned back to Liam, confused. “What’s on the other side of that mountain? 

Before Liam could answer, Mr. Ziegler hurried back with a steaming cup of coffee and set it down beside Liam, grinning. “Here’s your coffee, young sir.” He then glanced over at me, standing by the spire, and his smile vanished. “Miss, that area’s off–limits. Please stay back.” He started towards me, clearly intending to lead me away. 

I was ready to step back, but his reaction sparked my curiosity. I sneaked a peek at the wooden door hidden beneath the spire and realization hit me someone might be trapped inside. Without another thought, I dashed towards the door. 

“Ah!” Mr. Ziegler’s scream echoed from behind me. I spun around and saw Liam had Mr. Ziegler pinned down in an awkward kneel, his hands twisted behind his head. 

Liam caught my eye and said, “Get the door open! They’re probably still in there.” 

I nodded and hurried to the wooden door. It swung open easily to reveal nothing but darkness and a stench of blood that made me gag. 

“Sweety!” I called out, hoping she was okay, but there was no answer–just a soft whimpering 

I pushed past my fear and stepped into the tower, but then terror struck. Out of nowhere, a huge, snarling mouth charged at me. 

Escreamed, backpedaling frantically, but tripped over something unseen and crashed to the ground. 

It was only when the beast was nearly on top of me that I saw it clearly a massive Tibetan Mastiff. It was too late to move 

I braced for the worst, but then a thud sounded, and the mastiff whimpered. 

Opening my eyes, I saw the once–menacing creature lying defeated, struggling to breathe. It was down, and it was not getting up. 

Relieved, I turned to see who had saved me. 

There, backlit and towering, stood a figure so striking it was almost blinding. 

I could not make out his face, but I knew Liam was the only one who would have my back in a place 

like this. 

1 took a deep breath and said, “Thanks a lot.”