He didn’t take it out, but the vibration was loud in the narrow space.

“He’s going to realize we’re not in the bedroom,” I said.

“He already knows,” Adrian said.

“How?”

“The weight sensors in the mattress,” Adrian said. “The moment we stepped off, the system logged the change.”

“If Julian has access to the security logs, he saw us leave.”

I stopped walking.

“Then Marcus knows we are down here,” I said.

Adrian stopped and turned to face me.

The blue light from the floor cast sharp shadows across his face.

“He knows someone left the room,” Adrian said.

“But he doesn’t know about this corridor.”

“This is a private line built during the construction of the estate.”

“Only three people know it exists.”

“And Julian isn’t one of them?” I asked.

“No,” Adrian said.

He reached down and touched the side of my face.

His hand was steady, calming the frantic beat of my pulse.

“I have you, Emily,” he said. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

I wanted to believe him.

But the memory of Marcus’s voice, the coldness of his threats, was too fresh.