He slid for an unknown amount of time before his feet finally touched the ground.
The opening seemed specially designed to lure people inside.
Leona Grant was unharmed. The moment he landed, he shot to his feet and yelled, "Annabelle Linton, where are you?!"
It was pitch-black inside—so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. You wouldn't even know if an obstacle was right in front of you.
Leona Grant was always composed. He wouldn't so much as frown even if the sky were falling, yet he could never remain calm when it came to Annabelle Linton.
And right now, he was gripped by a panic like nothing he had ever felt before.
He couldn't bear to imagine something happening to Annabelle Linton; the anxiety was so intense it bordered on rage.
He was so frantic, he didn't even realize he cared for Annabelle Linton this much.
