In the room down the hall from Warren's, there was another room he kept under lock and key. No maids were allowed in there and the door was always locked.
Roze hadn't even figured where half of the rooms in his house went to.
She learned that night where the room with black handle went. As Warren led her into the room, she was surprised to see nothing but a dusty bedroom. But he walked past her to a bookcase and it opened, open sesame style, Roze gasped when they went down a flight of iron stairs that led to yet another door.
This one large, and intimidating with its wood painted black and it seemingly appearing larger than the other doors in Warren's home.
Warren's jaw clenched as he turned to face the wide-eyed Roze, "You look petrified," he commented stroking her hair, "You're l
