"Thank you," Elena whispered as Lucien held the door open for her. She stepped in, her eyes travelling around the room.
It hadn't changed a bit since the last time she had been here. It still carried that dark and gloomy air — the curtains were closed and the lights dim.
The door banged shut behind her. She flinched, turning to its direction.
Lucien was holding the handle. "Did I startle you? Sorry, the door has been having issues for a few days now. I'll have James check on it tomorrow." He touched a button on the lock interface and the door made a clicking sound.
"What's that sound?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
It felt strange being in a closed space like this, alone with him. And she had no idea why it did.
"The security lock," he replied, walking past her.
