Chapter 120

Maybe the heater wasn’t working right, 'cause the moment Serena pushed the door open, a shiver ran through her whole body. She had rushed out barefoot, shoes forgotten in her panic. Now, each step across the cold floor was torture. The lights inside were off. She stood at the threshold, heart thudding, the darkness in the room making her feel like she’d just stepped onto a horror movie set. Her throat was dry. She swallowed hard a few times and called out softly, “Matthew? Matthew...” Silence. She edged further in, her hand trembling as she flicked on the light switch. The room lit up, revealing custom touches all around—items monogrammed with a single ‘Q’, reminding her exactly whose territory she was in. But she wasn’t here for sightseeing. The only thought in her head was—where is Matthew? She’d never felt panic like this before, that desperate, gut-deep fear of losing someone. She searched the room, didn’t see him, then spotted the hidden door to the bathroom slightly ajar. She pus