~CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN~
I let him lead the way as we walk upstairs.
The higher we go, the quieter the building becomes. The sounds from the main floor fade until it’s just the echo of our footsteps and the distant hum of traffic outside.
By the time we reach the top level, Blake suddenly changes direction. Instead of the open gallery overlooking the floor below, he takes my wrist and guides me toward a narrow corner space tucked away from view.
It’s partially hidden from the main floor.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, my voice tightening.
Before I can step back, he turns me gently until my back meets the wall. Not aggressively, just enough to stop me from walking away again.
His arm rests beside my shoulder, bracing against the wall.
“Do I really have to go through all of
