Danielle<
That night, I finally shared a bed with the scary Mr. Grant.
He slid a silk robe over my shoulders, and led me from his dungeon, through the study, and up yet another flight of stairs to the top level of the mansion—the floor I’d never set foot on, afraid I’d be trespassing.
He led me down a hallway with no other doors until we reached the end.
There was nothing but an detailed carved black door with no knob. Mr. Grant reached into his pocket and removed a golden key, then fit it into a lock that blended almost perfectly with the door lock.
More secrets, I thought with a smile. My, but he is mysterious.
But perhaps when you were as rich as Mr. Grant was, you were allowed a few quirks and I certainly wasn’t complaining.
He smirked at me as the key turned, his eyes gl
