LIANDREN’S POV

Mariah and I slipped into the staircase leading down to the basement.

No one used it because of the elevator, and that meant it wouldn’t be guarded—or at least not heavily like the main entrance.

As we descended, dust clung to the air, and the dimly lit passage stretched out before us.

It was calm—almost silent—except for the momentary breaks of a low groan coming from one of the doors.

“Princess…” Mariah gripped my shirt when we finally saw what was inside those ...