ELLA
With bare feet, I ran up the stairs to his room, excitement bubbling in my chest. When I reached the top floor, my jaw nearly dropped.
Just as Camilla had said, the entire floor consisted of a single, long corridor with only one door at the end. I approached it and turned the handle.
He probably didn’t lock it, either because he felt too safe here… or maybe because he killed whoever tried to enter. Or was this the room he brought his women to?
Shaking my head, I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the plan.
As I opened the door, I paused, stunned by the room’s beauty.
It was incredibly spacious, with high ceilings that gave it an air of grandeur.
The color scheme was a sophisticated mix of dark gray and white, sleek and modern. Soft, plush carpets covered the floor, and
