Page 247 of Bound By Crimson
This wasn’t just any room.
This was his.
She pressed her fingers against the grate.
It was loose.
Carefully, she lifted it free.
Set it aside.
Then crawled forward.
Soft carpet met her hands.
The air was warmer here—still. Controlled.
She rose slowly, dust falling from her sleeves.
She was inside his closet.
Inside his world.
And he had no idea.
Her stomach twisted.
This is his room.
The realization settled like a stone in her stomach.
This is how Eden escaped.
A secret door. A staircase buried behind a hidden panel. A path carved through the house where no one would ever think to look.
Her fingers brushed the edge of a neatly folded tie.
She turned back to the door she came through.
Her heart was racing—but not from fear.
From something sharper.
This was it. A real way out.
Nobody knew about this path.
This path was hers. Hidden. Secret. Unknown to Editha or anyone else.
A secret carved into the bones of Thornwick—one Eden had found decades ago.
They had never met. Never spoken.
Lyric had never even heard her mother’s voice.
But now… she had found the same escape.
And somehow, in the silence, it felt like a message.
