Chapter 12 1095 DaysABBY
He takes my hand and presses the liquor cabinet, then it swings open. The door looks like it can only fit one person.
“Well, that’s new. What I’ve seen are bookshelves.”
“Yeah, you’re right. The liquor cabinet is my passage. So, can we keep it as our secret?” He winks at me, and instead of giggling, I smile and bite my lip.
“Sure, when one of us is dead.”
“Funny. Can we not talk about death?” He’s still holding my hand, and I can’t help but tighten the grip as it feels good. He closes the door behind me and flicks the light open.
“Watch your step. The stairs are narrow, and with your heels like that, you might miss them.” He let go of my hand, and I hold on to the handle of the spiral stairs.
“Thanks for the heads up, bad boy. Where are you taking me, anyway
