Lily POV
Mr. Bennett led us down the east wing corridor with the efficiency of someone who had performed the same task hundreds of times before.
I paid attention.
Not because I cared about the decor, though there was certainly plenty to observe. The walls were lined with landscapes in gilded frames, each illuminated by antique sconces that cast soft pools of amber light across the floor.
No, I paid attention because information mattered.
The ballroom sat one floor below us. The east staircase emptied into a central hallway. Eight visible exits. One security camera near the landing. Another at the far end of the corridor.
Dally's room came first. Mine was directly beside his. Across the hall, Gunnar occupied the larger corner suite overlooking the lake.
Ayla's room sat next to his.
