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“I wasn't stari-” “Yes you were.” His stupid smirk was pure provocation. “Shut up.” I escaped down the hall, muttering under my breath but stopped mid step when something caught my eye. A door. Not your normal door, to be fair this isn't your normal house either. But this doke was different. Heavy steel instead of sleek wood which was reinforced with thick bolts. It was matte black like it had been designed for a bunker and it was locked. Curiosity kills the cat.

On top of wanting to help Zane find out the truth about the curse and book of creation, she also wanted to leave as soon as possible, being around here for too long is not cut out for her. Jaine walked to the master’s bedroom and instead of opening the door using the doorknob, by turning it and pushing it open, she dragged the doorknob to the opposite side, and with this pressure, it caused the door to open just like a sliding door, however, the whole wall moved along.

I open my front door and lean against the frame. Across the narrow, dimly lit corridor, the door to apartment 5A is propped open with a heavy brass wedge. Caleb is kneeling on the floor in the entryway, a battered metal toolbox resting beside his thigh. He’s wearing a faded black canvas shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the sharp, clean lines of his forearms and a smudge of dark grease near his wrist. He’s adjusting the hinge on his lower baseboard panel, a silver heavy-duty wrench gripped in his right hand.

The right wing of the house, although clean and well-groomed, appears to be hardly ever used. Renee looked to the left and found a large golden door, curiously she opened the door handle. It seemed hard and stuck, but then after Renee's few tries, the door opened with a little difficulty, with a creaking sound due to the hinges that had not been oiled for a long time.

I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down. The sound of a door creaking catches my attention, and at the same time, there is Garrett who moves back. I suddenly see the supposed shelf folding together as the creaking sound continues. Eventually, the shelf of books has been put aside to reveal a sort of door which had a polished color. I was amazed by the quality of the door which has a lot of inscriptions on it, making me wonder how much work was put into it to make it work. “There goes the second barrier. I have no idea how to crack the code and that is where you come in,” Garrett catches my attention with

I said. “It doesn't have to mean anything,” Rowan reasoned, but I was already by the door. I ran back to the lab, finding the spot Catherine had been looking at. Enzo and Rowan joined me a moment later, surveying the nearly empty shelf with nothing but a single book on it. I picked up the book and heard a faint click. Then the whole shelf began to slide to the side, revealing a door with a key panel. “Holy shit,” Enzo muttered.

Dust motes, disturbed by our violent entry, danced in the few slivers of gray light that cut through the grimy, high-set windows, illuminating a vast, shadowy expanse of towering bookshelves that receded into an abyssal darkness. The door, splintered around the lock, wouldn’t latch. Jake immediately threw his weight against it, his boots skidding on the polished marble floor. “It won’t hold! I need to brace it!” he grunted, the strain evident in his voice as the door shuddered under an impact from the other side. A pale, grasping hand shot through the gap, fingers clawing at the air.

“Of course.” Leah folded the article once, then stopped herself from folding it again. Paper showed stress too. She was beginning to notice that about everything. After breakfast, Daniel went to the west study, but he left the door open. That was new. Not fully open. Not an invitation. Just not closed. Leah stood in the hallway for a few seconds, staring at the narrow opening as if it were another kind of sentence. Mrs. Turner passed behind her with a stack of linen. “Doors can be useful when they are not making a point.”

I keep looking at the two men fighting at I keep throwing books of the shelf. When I get to the bottom shelf, I notice the mark on the carpet that shows the shelf has been moved a couple of times. I stand up straight and try to move it. it moves and I get excited and keep pushing. When I look behind there is a door, and it needs a fingerprint to open. Karan throws Riaan on the desk, and he rolls over and falls on the other side. He comes running to me and scans his index finger. The door opens and he goes in with me behind.

AYLIN POV The heavy latch on my broken door rattled, making me instantly grab the iron poker from the hearth. Lucien had only been gone for a minute, but someone was already lurking outside. I held the metal rod up, watching a dark shadow flicker past the cracked wooden panels. The door swung open. "Miss me, darling?" Kaelen asked, leaning his shoulder against the splintered frame. He had his arms crossed over his black leather chest-plate, looking relaxed despite what happened