Instead of heading toward the back doors of the mansion, he crouched down against the stone wall, pulling open a hidden steel hatch in the ground that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

I stared down into the pitch-black opening. "What is this? The way to the living room?" I demanded, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

"I'm starting to think I need security cameras in the living room just for you," he replied, his tone devoid of humor.

"Sullivan—" I breathed out, stopping mid-sentence as his hand landed firmly on my hip, positioning me over the opening. "I swear to God, I'll scream."

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