I waited for additional instructions. Directions to the nearest kitchen. Maybe a map. A compass. Smoke signals. Anything that would help me navigate this mansion without getting lost for the fourth time tonight.
Sabrina said nothing.
She sat on the edge of her bed in her burgundy lace, watching me with those half-lidded purple eyes. Waiting. Patient as a cat watching a mouse figure out the maze.
"Where's the kitchen?"
"Downstairs." A pause. "Left at the main staircase. Through the informal dining room. Past the butler's pantry."
Butler's pantry. Of course there's a butler's pantry. Why wouldn't there be a butler's pantry.
I turned toward the door.
"Isaiah."
I stopped.
"Two times spicy. Don't forget."
"I won't."
I left the room and closed the door behind me.
The hallway stretched in both directions. Empty. Quiet. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear what might have been music from Harlow's room. Something with a heavy beat and lyrics in Korean.
I started walking.
