Aria stood between two doors. One carried a number. The other carried nothing. It sat at the end of the hidden corridor like a secret someone had forgotten to bury properly. Unfortunately, it was also the one Aria wanted most. She took a step toward it.
"Nope..."
Damien's voice echoed through the corridor. Aria looked over her shoulder.
"I didn't say anything."
"You didn't have to."
A smile tugged at her lips.
"You always this dramatic?"
"I'm standing in a hidden corridor with you."
He folded his arms.
"At this point, dramatic feels appropriate."
She laughed quietly to herself but the sound bounced off the narrow walls. For a brief moment, the tension eased. Then her eyes drifted back to the unmarked door. And the feeling returned. A strange pull, like the door responded whenever
