I turn the corner and glide down another hallway. It feels like wandering through a maze. I’ve never been in a house this big. If Timofey doesn’t give me a proper tour, I’m liable to get lost.
I’m approaching the end of the hallway when I hear Timofey’s voice again. I freeze and press my body flat against the wall.
I can’t see who he’s talking to and they’re whispering so low that it’s hard to make out the words. In small, sliding steps, I sneak closer to the hallway intersection, hoping I’ll get lucky and their voices will carry.
I hear something about a body, and my heart constricts.
Does that have something to do with the blood I saw on Timofey’s neck? Did he kill someone?
My heart is thundering. I blow out a silent breath to try and stay calm. I won’t learn anything if I descend i
