The Mafia's Arranged Bride
He closed his eyes briefly, still shuffling, before going still.
A few moments later, a whirring noise came from in between the shelf and my jaw dropped open as that bloody bookshelf split into two parts and then drifted apart to make space for some kind of door tucked way beyond into the wall.
“We aren’t done yet,” Nico said, moving back. I stared wide-eyed at the open pathway.
What the fuck?
“What the fuck?” I explained, my eyes wide. “What is that?”
“A secret room, I guess,” he shrugged. “Why do you look so surprised? Have you never seen one before?”
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