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Neither does he. When we reach his door, he stops, key in hand, and finally looks at me like he’s waiting for me to turn away. I don’t. Instead, I lean against the wall beside the frame. “Go on.” He hesitates, unlocks the door, and slips inside. I follow. ---

He stepped toward the door, his hand resting on the latch. The air coming from the cracks around the frame smelled sharply of old dust and something metallic, like rusted iron left in the rain. “If something attacks us, I deal with it,” he continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You focus on staying alive. Understood?” he did not wait for her confirmation. He pressed his weight against the door, pushing it open slowly. On the other side of the door was a large, dimly lit stone storage room. Tall wooden shelving units line almost every wall. They are packed with wooden crates, barrels, ceramic pots, metal vessels, rolled fabrics, sacks, books, boxes and other supplies. Numerous woo

“It’s rude to ask a question like that.” The old man only blinked at her before scratching his head. “It is?” I chuckled. “It’s all right. And yeah, the door’s still there. Check this out.” I hurried toward the bookshelf so I could pull open the hidden doorway and reveal the other room to the cook and groundskeeper. They were suitably impressed. Lewis even gave a whistle of awe. Then Mrs. Pan praised the rolling shelf ladder we’d installed the day before, right before she smacked Lewis’s hand when he reached for a grape sitting on one of the lunch trays.

How do we get out? “I have a back door” he said with a smirk ‘A back door? We’re 14 floors above ground what is this man talking about?’ I thought as he took my hand, pulling me to the side. “A back door?” I scoffed “Open..” he said. Just as we stood, the bookshelf that stayed at the corner had begun to move. “Mr Cawthorn! Why don’t you show us your wife?” We heard from outside. “Is she scarred?” Another asked.

"I don't think it's too big." "You don't?" "No." "So why won't it fit?" George pointed toward one corner. "You're trying to take it straight through." Lee blinked. "Oh..." "Turn it sideways." Lee laughed quietly. "That makes a lot more sense." Together, they lifted the bookshelf. George guided one end while Lee carefully turned the other. Within seconds... The shelf slid neatly through the doorway. Lee stared at it for a moment. "...I spent fifteen minutes fighting that thing." George chuckled. "Happens to everyone."

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

It was enough. Rowan moved away from the window. "The back of the cottage opens into thicker forest." Kael shook his head. "Too obvious." "So what's your plan?" Kael's eyes travelled around the room. They stopped at the old bookshelf. "Help me move it." Rowan frowned. "The bookshelf?" "Just push." The two men leaned against the heavy wood. It refused to move at first. Then it scraped across the floor with a deep groan. Behind it was a narrow wooden door.

"I need some time to think." Caleb doesn't try to stop me. He doesn't move an inch as I turn around and walk toward the fire door. He just stands there by his motorcycle lift. When I pull the heavy metal door open, the loud click of the latch sounds final. I look back once, but Caleb has already turned his back to me, his hands gripping the edge of his wooden workbench as he stares down at his tools in the dark silence. _____________________ Author's Note: > Please take 10 seconds to leave a 5-star review below and add this book to your library to support my daily update schedule! Your support means the world to me! 💖👇

Rows of shelves lined the walls, packed with thick leather-bound books, and right in the center was this old reading chair, high-backed and showing signs of wear from years of use. She turned and locked the door behind us, the click sounding louder than it should have in the quiet space. “Strip down,” she said, leaning back against one of the shelves with her arms crossed over her chest