Chapter 663

She was telling the truth—there really weren’t any candles left inside. The only one had already been tucked safely into Eleanor’s own bag. Alberto Patrick frowned, clearly unconvinced. She had always taken a certain satisfaction in opposing Eleanor, and the more Eleanor insisted there was nothing to be found, the more stubborn Alberto became about proving her wrong. “Really none?” Alberto’s voice was sharp, her eyes flicking restlessly toward the room behind them. Eleanor blinked, a faint, elusive smile tugging at her lips. “Really, none. Why would I lie to you…?” The audience, well aware of the truth, erupted in commentary. [There really isn’t anything left—just a ghost waiting to scare you out of your wits.] [Alberto Patrick, don’t you believe Susan? That room’s got nothing you want.] [Better not go in. No candle, just wet pants.] Alberto shot Eleanor a sidelong glance. Her gut whispered that Susan was deliberately hiding something. She’s acting too calm… too “honest.” That fake inn