"A bedroom."
He frowned – something I sensed rather than saw. "I thought you were looking for clues?"
"I am, but I'm not likely to find them where the builders could inadvertently stumble upon them."
"And the builders couldn't stumble into the bedroom?" Jak asked, a slight edge in his voice. Whether it was sarcasm or concern, I wasn't really sure.
"Well, yes. But it would suit Lucian's twisted sense of humor to hide stuff in a half-finished bedroom."
"So are we going to enter, or are we just going to stand here and stare at the door?"
"I prefer the latter option myself," I muttered. "But I guess we should do the first."
I gripped the handles and slid the doors back into their respective recesses. The large room beyond was more finished than it had been the last time I'd been here. The king-sized bed still dominated the middle of the room, but the three bathroom walls had been plastered and the fourth side was now a half-height glass-and-brick wall that would have provided some modesty to those sitting on the toilet but little else.
My gaze swept the rest of the room, but I couldn't see anything out of place. Couldn't see anything that suggested there was, in any way, something dangerous lurking in wait for us.
And yet that's exactly what I sensed.
It would be sensible to retreat. Totally. But retreating wouldn't get the damn keys found. Wouldn't save Mirri's life.
I swallowed heavily and forced myself forward. Felt a featherlight press against one shin, then a snap. Quickly looked down and saw the glimmer of pale thread.
I froze, waiting for the hammer to fall.
"What?" Jak's voice was little more than a whisper.
"Someone placed a cotton line across the door. I just broke it." I scanned the room again. Still nothing, and yet the sense of danger was growing.