Eve's POV
The passage was exactly as advertised.
Narrow, dark, forty years of disuse sitting in the air like something physical. They moved through it in single file.....Eve first, Damian behind her, Damon last...with only the faint light from Damian's phone kept low and pointed at the floor.
Nobody spoke.
The floor plan was in Eve's head. Forty meters, internal staircase, third level, east corridor, room at the end. She counted steps without meaning to.....the same way she'd counted minutes after Maya disappeared, her brain finding small measurable things when everything else was too large.
The staircase was stone. Old, uneven, the kind that had been built before aesthetics were part of the consideration. They went up in silence. One flight. Two.
Third level.
Eve stopped at the door at the top of the stairs. Pressed her hand flat against it and felt for anything on the other side....energy, presence, movement.
Nothing immediate.
She looked back at Damian. He nodded.
