I knew telling Threland what Juhryhu did would come back to haunt me. Caravaggio found out. He was really mad at me, all but kicked me out of the house. I left anyways. He said I betrayed him. I didn't mean to... I didn't know he didn't want me to tell anyone.. I'm glad he didn't let me go.. Leave me alone again.. He stopped me before I got too far away - I tensed up, naturally expecting to be struck. He just calmed himself and said he couldn't stay mad at me, because he loves me... Or something.. I was really physica
Ly and mentally exhausted T the point from trying to find a stupid key to a lockbox I found for him.. I hope whatever treasures are in it are good.
*the proceeding writing is much shakier, and harder to read from an unsteady hand* I had a nightmare. Juhryhu killed me in it. I expect that to become true before too long. I'm terrified. I don't know what she'll do, if Cara would even try and stop her.
