Eleanor
The second I turned the corner and stepped through the narrow door tucked into the paneling of Simon's office, a wave of cool air brushed past my face. I blinked into the dimly lit space, my eyes adjusting quickly.
The room was small—almost like a hidden cellar—with wine racks lining the walls from floor to ceiling, each slot filled with dusty, expensive-looking bottles. There was a faint scent of aged wood, metal, and something else—like citrus and spice—lingering in the air.
I raised my fingers to the side of my face and whispered, "Adrian. You can go in now."
No response.
I pulled back slightly, just to repeat myself, but then stopped when I heard Adrian and Liam murmuring something about distracting a woman. I wasn't even sure they had heard me but it was probably fine. I'd done what they asked and now I just had to keep that psychopath busy long enough for Adrian to do what he had to do—that is if I could find him in this cramped space.
