We were making our way back toward the main corridors when I spotted it—a passage that branched off from the route we'd been following, disappearing into shadows that seemed deliberately maintained. Unlike every other area we'd visited, this corridor felt cold, unwelcoming, and utterly f*******n.
Finally, I thought with grim satisfaction. Something they don't want me to see.
"What's down there?" I asked, stopping at the mouth of the shadowed passage before either twin could redirect my attention.
"Storage," Louis said quickly. "Nothing of interest."
But even as he spoke, I was studying the corridor more carefully. The doors that lined both sides weren't the polished wood and brass fittings I'd seen elsewhere in the castle. These were heavy oak reinforced with iron, fitted with locks th
