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Then— the collapsing section steadied slightly. Not fixed. But holding. Daniel exhaled sharply. “Oh thank God.” Oliver moved immediately toward the blocked doorway. “Help me pull this clear.” The damaged frame was heavier than expected. Bent inward from pressure. Smoke pouring through the gaps now. Ariana coughed lightly while gripping the edge beside him. “Ready?” Oliver nodded once. “Now.” They pulled together. The frame shifted slightly. Then harder. Metal screamed loudly as the doorway finally broke open enough for someone to squeeze through.

Pushed differently, using the body’s weight rather than the arms’ strength, the physics of the thing more useful than the muscle behind it. The pin came free. The door’s bottom corner swung outward three inches, the top hinge holding, the door canted at an angle that was still locked but was no longer structurally sound. I hit it with my shoulder. Once — the impact white and total, the malnourished body reporting its objections at full volume. Twice. The top hinge tore from the frame. The door went down. I stood in the corridor, breathing through the spike of pain from my shoulder, and waited for the spots in my vision to clear.

Before walking to a cupboard and pulling out a toolbox, he rested the door against the wall. The Beta always came prepared in a pack led by a turbulent Alpha like Cohen. In the pack mansion, he had dozens of toolboxes stashed. Liam kept one in the Alpha's office to repair whatever the latter had broken unless it was beyond repair. This door has been knocked on more than a dozen times. The pack's engineer added a few metal plates in the center of the door to withstand heavy force. On the other hand, the hinges could never resist a frenzied Alpha's slam. Liam could have gotten more durable hinges. It was preferable to utilize standard hinges in case someone became stuck within. It would be eas

Johan hurriedly stepped outside to look at his bedroom and saw that his door was fixed too. “Woah, you can even fix broken stuff, huh?” he told Seb. “On the contrary,” Damien answered him, “Things when broken, can not be returned without fault.” he went to the door and opened it, Johan noticed a notch on the wood that wasn’t there before. “These are probably doors from the other rooms.” Damien explained. “I believe that there will be 3 doors missing in some of the rooms on the same floor.” he looked at Dorin’s wall. “Some of the bricks as well.” he added.

Kane's POV I didn't knock. The door gave way under my shoulder with a crack that split the quiet of the east wing corridor, swinging inward, hitting the wall, the sound swallowed immediately by the particular stillness of a room with nobody in it. I stood in the doorway and looked. Made bed. Books on the nightstand stacked with the careful precision of someone who'd learned to make small spaces feel deliberate. Sarah's cardigan over the chair. A water glass on the windowsill catching the thin light from the north-facing window, casting a pale circle on the wall beside it.

When I was sure nobody had tampered with it, I downed the whole thing in one go. I went to the futon and inspected it. Wasn't anything special...the frame was made out of simple wood but the bedding looked worn out. I went up to the door and gently pulled it by the handles towards me. It was locked...so bad that I couldn't even giggle it if I wanted to. I felt along the wall to the left of the door...feeling for anything, any sort of pipping or fitting in the walls I could use as a weapon.

Alexander stepped into the room right behind me and slammed the double doors shut, sliding a heavy brass security bolt into place. Outside, heavy footsteps were rapidly approaching the door. Someone began kicking violently against the thick wood, trying to break the lock. "Hurry, Chloe!" Alexander hissed, rushing over to the large bookshelf on the far wall. He pulled a hidden lever tucked behind a dark red book. With a low hydraulic hiss, the entire bookshelf slid open, revealing a thick steel door. Alexander typed a rapid six-digit code into the glowing numeric pad beside the steel frame. The heavy door unlocked with a loud metallic click.

Panicking now, he turned it the other way, pushing his massive shoulder against the door as he did. Still nothing. Goddamn it. Scars lay on his back, Keira tucked into his side, lifted both legs to his chest, plowed his boots forward into the metal door. It stayed resolutely closed, so he kicked again. Again. Again. That was when he saw that the frame was bent, buckled, deformed, undoubtedly by the heat. His heart fell into his stomach, as he clocked that this escape route was shut to them. Motherfucker. You’ve got to be kidding me.

I noticed something while searching for the Library door. Apart from the main entrance to the mansion and the main hall, all the doors in the Avereza Mansion are of the same size. I said before that the door is actually a book but it's really a door designed in such a way that it looks like a book. It's made to look like an open book and there are 6 rectangular spaces placed in triangles on the door. Three on one side of the door, 3 on the other side of the door. Another rectangular space was found not on the door but on an anvil-like stone block in front of the door. I am pretty sure this book I have right now goes there.

A gap, barely visible, between the shelf and the wall. My breath caught. It was not attached to the wall. The bookshelf was not built in like I had always assumed. It was freestanding. Which meant it could move. I moved to the side, placing my hands on the edge of the shelf. It was heavy, solid wood loaded with books. But as I applied pressure, pushing experimentally, I felt it give way. Just slightly. Just enough to confirm my suspicion. This wasn't just a bookshelf. It was a door.