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Then kill whoever touched her.

Because they made one catastrophic mistake.

They didn't take some random actress.

They took my woman.

“What the hell is this?” Ego suddenly says.

I turn.

He's standing beside the huge antique mirror mounted on the far wall.

The thing has shifted.

Only slightly.

But enough.

Enough to reveal darkness behind it.

“Fuck,” Kai snaps. “That's not on the blueprints.”

I cross the room in three strides.

Grab the edge.

Push.

At first nothing happens.

Then—movement.

Heavy movement.

Wood scraping.

The mirror swings outward.

Not a mirror.

A door.

A hidden fucking door.

Beyond it—darkness.

Narrow stairs descending into blackness.

Old.

Forgotten.

And carrying the faint scent of Amanda's perfume.

My heart stops.

Then starts again.