Lily
To me, basements were meant to be old, stuffy places where grandma's forgotten furniture and everything long abandoned was stoled away never to be seen again, not the luxurious, over-the-top sight before me with the fanciest winding staircase leading to its extravagant core.
Why would Courtney ever dread coming down here at all? The panicked expression was such a strange on look on her, and I'd been left too curious to enjoy her discomfort. Not that I was that type of person.
I turned to catch a glimpse of her and Martha, but the view was blocked by Benji, Vanessa, and the two muscled guys flanking the doors Adrian and I had just walked through. The group spoke in hushed tones, but it was clear from their serious expressions that whatever they were discussing was serious.
Adrian
