Where could I hide? Behind the desk? But wouldn’t that be the first place someone would go to if they came to this room? There weren’t many other spots to hide. A couple of high-back chairs were dotted around, but they wouldn’t provide much cover.
“Piper?”
My thoughts came to a screeching halt.
That was Nicholas’s voice.
I rushed back to the door. “Nicholas?”
“Oh, thank God,” came Nicholas’s voice, muffled with the barrier between us.
“How did you know I was in here?”
“I was snooping around. When I didn’t see you with the tour group, I came looking for you.”
“Did they move on without me?” I asked. If they had, Terry likely immediately noticed my absence.
“The servants were taking them back, from what I could tell,” Nicholas said. “Terry wasn’t with them.”
A pit opened in my stoma
