Hunter’s arm tightened around her waist as he guided her into the elevator. His movements were calm, almost casual, and Mirabella could feel the composure and command humming beneath his skin. She leaned against the mirrored wall of the elevator, her heart beating unevenly as they began to descend.
The familiar hum of the machine filled the silence until it finally stopped with a soft chime. The doors slid open to reveal an entirely different world.
Mirabella frowned immediately. The place was unfamiliar. Shadows danced across the crimson-lit corridor, and the air itself seemed heavier. She turned to look at Hunter, her eyes full of questions.
But he only pressed a hand against the small of her back, steady and firm, and nudged her forward.
“Don’t be scared by the things you’ll see,” h
