The hidden passage they emerged from seemed to symbolize the point of no return Ava had just crossed. Trusting Erick, a man shrouded in secrecy and danger, was a gamble, but her curiosity and the spark of defiance that ignited within her burned brighter than fear.
Together, they crept through the silent mansion, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpets. Erick, his senses on high alert, led the way, his hand a constant yet comforting presence on Ava's lower back. They navigated through dimly lit corridors and grand halls, the grandeur now a mere facade masking the lurking secrets.
As they reached a heavy oak door, Erick pressed his ear against the cool surface. His brow furrowed in concentration, and a silent exchange of worried glances passed between them. Finally, with a determined glint in his eyes, he produced a small, intricate set of lock picks from his pocket.
Ava's breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't the enigmatic stranger she'd met in the lighthouse anymore. This was a man with...