“The room?” Ellis asked, tilting his head slightly.
My stomach dropped. I didn’t like how he was being evasive and it only made me more suspicious. “The room with the piano, where you found me earlier,” I elaborated.
Ellis’ lips turned down slightly at the corners, a subtle frown. His eyes didn’t change, though. It was hard to tell if he was disappointed or upset.
“It is just a room,” he said.
“A room that you keep clean, perfectly polished, and enshrined,” I pointed out.
His frown deepened slightly and he reached for a glass of water, like he was trying to mask his expression. “I like to keep my house in order. Clean, polished, ready for visitors and guests at any moment,” he explained.
It sounded rational enough, but Ellis had never been so concerned about me touching things
