~Bianca's POV~
My heart hammered so hard against my ribcage, it nearly drowned out the profound silence of the house.
I pressed my back flatly against the wood, crouched low in a place I was certain Damien would never check: an old linen closet hidden behind the east wing hall. The sought of place that had the faint smell of cedar and mothballs, which was stacked with folded sheets I was a hundred percent sure had remained untouched for years.
Why here? Because it was way too obvious. He'd expect me to squeeze myself into shadows or behind drapes. But this? This felt beyond clever… to be hidden in plain sight.
At least, that's what I told myself while I tried to quiet down my rapid breaths.
I didn't know why I'd agreed to this insane game in the first place. Perhaps I hadn't been thin
