Alexandria
Leaving Patrick in the limousine was like walking in the final steps of a condemned man. It was that scene, the one in all the movies: the long corridor, flanked by shadows and impending doom. As I entered Montague Manor, the entire setting was there, all the way to the eerie lighting and hushed background voices. As they came into range, the voices sparked both recognition and curiosity.
Though the foyer was empty, the voices alerted me that I'd exceeded Bryce's deadline.
A booming laugh followed by deep male retorts confirmed that my stepfather was home.
Curiosity was a strange thing. My brain told me to go up to my room, shower, and prepare for dinner. However, my feet followed the sounds and voices as if taking me to answers I may not otherwise find.