(Authors POV)
Rex moved through the shadows of the mansion like he was part of the darkness itself. He didn't take the main stairs. He didn't walk past the office where River and Rain were still arguing about "plans" and "kidnapping." They were thinking like boys. Rex was thinking like….
He got to his room. Moving deeper, he slid through a hidden door behind a bookshelf. Then he headed down. Deep down. Into his own secret places.
The air grew colder with every step. The walls changed from expensive wallpaper to cold, damp stone. This was his spot—silent and thick-walled. No sound could get out. No one could get in. Unless he permitted it.
Rex reached a heavy steel door. He swiped a keycard, and the locks clicked open with a loud, metallic thud. He stepped inside.
In the corner, a woma
