"Why do I smell… a human here?" Noël mused, amusement glittering in his eyes.
Damien didn't answer.
From inside the room, Jacqueline strained to hear something anything but there was only silence from his side.
Smell a human?
What was that even supposed to mean? Was the guy a bloodhound?
She huffed, irritation bubbling up again at the way Damien had treated her. Spinning on her heel, she took in the dark room around her. With limited visibility, she felt her way toward the bedside table and switched on the lamp.
Warm light spilled across the space.
She smiled faintly at her small victory and surveyed the room properly. There was nothing remarkable about it. A bed sat in the center. A single cupboard occupied one corner. A study table stood near the wall beside a lone window.
That was it.
No attached bathroom, which meant one of the other doors in the corridor must lead to it.
Then her gaze snagged on something that made her gasp dramatically.
