Santiago let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Never blame me later. You chose not to read."
His gaze lingered on her for a long beat, measuring, almost approving, before he turned toward the door and motioned with two fingers.
"Are you coming, or are you staying here?"
The command was soft, yet absolute. Daniella stood immediately and followed him out of the bedroom and into the long, dimly lit corridor.
The sounds hit her first.
