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Locked. Time to get creative. He withdrew the blade from under his pant leg. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “Prying it open.” She looked shocked. “Are you kidding?” Clearly, Tessa didn’t grasp that, in the larger scheme of his job, this was one of the easiest things he did. “No. The door is mounted from the outside. If it had been mounted from the inside, it would be a bitch, if not impossible. But this? Piece of cake. All I have to do is wedge this knife between the door frame and the door itself about six inches from the corner. Here, diagonal from the latch, at the bottom. Now, I’ll just pry upward and tilt the door.” He demonstrated and heard a faint click, then smiled. “That’s all it

If this is how it's going to be, I'll start a fire that can't be put out and let everyone see just how useless he is! The recording ended, and my expression remained unchanged. I had already heard this recording in my second life. Seeing how unmoved I was, the officer played the second piece of evidence, which was footage from a security camera. In it, a figure resembling me poured gasoline all over a cluttered room full of discarded items before flicking open a lighter. The moment the fire started, the person swiftly turned and ran. The video froze on the person's face. It looked strikingly similar to mine.

Lukas snapped, already gearing up to try again. “Let me.” Aiden stepped past him, calm and deliberate. He crouched to check the frame, fingers brushing the rusted lock. Then, with a precise kick near the latch, the old wood gave with a splintering crack. The door swung inward, banging against the inside wall. Aiden straightened, glancing back with that maddening composure. “There. Try not to break yourself before we even get inside.” Lukas blinked, momentarily impressed. The way Aiden moved, precise, confident, barely breaking a sweat, did something to him. Under other circumstances, he’d have made a filthy comment about it. But right now, all he could think about was Kara.

A voice drawled at the doorway. Spinning around on my heels, I spotted Slade leaning against the doorframe, his broad figure blocking most of the outside view. “Do you have to be everywhere?” I rolled my eyes, pulling at my zipper. He pushed himself off the doorway and I caught sight of the dark ink that painted his skin peeking out from under the rolled up sleeves of his shirt. Snap out of it. I berated myself, turning back to the mirror to add the finishing touches to my make-up while aware of his heated gaze on me.

And instantly the hinges crack as stone dust falls from the frame. Just after the third impact, the door tears from its frame and crashes to the floor. BANG!!!

At waist level on the left of the door is a metal panel, which supports a large metal doorknob. There is a keyhole in the doorknob and several scratches near it, which was probably because people have missed the keyhole. He literally opened his jaw, speechless of what he had seen. Next is June, whose room is next to Kanaye. He plainly looked inside the room but deep inside, even he was surprised and impressed how simple yet elegant the rooms are.

A bicycle with one wheel missing leaned against a shelf. Then I saw it. A door. It was tucked away behind a shelf, small and wooden, with a rusted lock. The key in my pocket burned against my leg. My father’s words from the journal came back… “f you’re reading this, it means you found the door." I pulled the shelf aside, coughing from the dust. The door looked older than the rest of the house. Its frame was crooked, as if someone had built it in a hurry. My hands shook as I tried the key.

If I kept working, maybe my mind would stop replaying Damon’s voice over and over again. Maybe my chest would stop hurting. I stacked the ledgers carefully and carried one toward the shelf where it belonged. Slowly, I turned toward the door and saw a shadow moved beneath the frame. The handle rattled once before the door swung open without ceremony and there he was. Kade leaned casually against the doorway, his smirk already in place like he had rehearsed it on the way here. “Well,” he drawled, his gaze sliding lazily over me and the scattered books behind me, “looks like my little ex has been busy tonight.”

I don't know where to enter. I gave him a look that says where-is-the -door And I think he doesn't get it. He is still looking at me so I mouthed "Open the Door" while acting as if Im opening the door. 5 seconds later the wall in front of me automatically slides to the right and create an opening to his office. What kind of Vodoo shit he is installing in his office? I will not be surprised if the floor opens up in front of his table if he fires someone.