Between the Lines of Love

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e the feeling that

way the air felt colder in certain hallways, how every door seemed to close just a little too quickly, or h

o silence her thoughts. Lucas's words lingered in her mind:

, keep the house in order, and avoid drama. But now, everything felt sinister. She didn't k

with flashes of shadowy figures, muffled whispers, a

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keep her head down, perform her duties efficiently, and try not to

gleamed. The house was beautiful, no doubt about that. The polished chandeliers, the velvet curtains, and the antique furniture gave i

shelves filled with dusty leather-bound tomes. She had grown used to the scent of wood, leather, an

pe dust off the spine of a book when h

the spot where her hand had touched the wood. A small, almost impe

y. The edge of a small, metallic object gleame

murmured, her vo

lt the faint click of a mechanism. The bookshelf shifted sl

at

d from behind her. Elena froze, her hand still hovering near the

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smile easy and casual. "Oh, Elena. Didn't expect to find you in he

y to appear calm as she wiped her hands

. "Well, don't let me disturb you. You'll find everything you need here as long as

ck into the hallway, his presence as sm

stor

f that had shifted. Her mind tugged at her. What

once more. The shelf shifted, and with her breath caught in her throat, she pul

hands trembled as she reached into the dark sp

t: a small, metalli

pulled it out slowly, her ha

ld weight sending a wave of unease through her bod

question loomed in her mind

he bookshelf back into place. She placed the key in her pocket, her body trembling. S

thing for certain: the

ng to find out

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