I jolt back, a scream poised on my lips, and see Misha appear from out of the middle of the wall.
I’m so curious that I forget for a moment that I need to get the hell away from him as fast as I can. “You have a secret door! What the—Where does that lead?”
He seems as surprised to see me as I am to see him. “To the basement,” he says. “It’s not very pleasant down there.”
“I’ll take you at your word.” I don’t want to imagine what Misha’s idea of “unpleasant” is. I’m about to turn away from him when I notice the blood drying on his hand.
“Oh my God! Are you hurt?” I gasp, grabbing his wrist without thinking.
“It’s nothing. I just nicked myself earlier.”
His skin is warm and slightly sweaty, like he’s been doing push-ups or something down there. I glance up at those silver eyes, and I r
