Janelle steadied her breath, the whisper curling through the air like a thread of smoke.
“Janelle.”
It wasn’t her imagination. Someone was here.
She tightened her grip on the key, its cool metal grounding her, and stepped into the stone corridor. The walls were ancient, rough-hewn, not part of the modern mansion above. As she moved deeper, the light behind her faded, swallowed by the narrowing passage.