Leaning against the wall outside the room, I folded my arms and let my gaze drift aimlessly down the corridor. The muffled voices beyond the door were indistinct, an irritating barrier to my curiosity. My frown deepened as I pressed my ear to the door, hoping to catch even a hint of the conversation inside.
But no luck.
The sounds were faint—almost nonexistent.
Was this room soundproofed?
Frustrated, I tried again, leaning closer this time, straining to pick up something, anything, when suddenly the door creaked open. A jolt of surprise shot through me as the door pushed against my weight, resisting slightly before I stepped back.
Shuria stood there, framed by the doorway. Her sharp eyes immediately locked onto me, and her lips curled into a barely concealed scowl. She didn't speak, but the silent accusation in her gaze spoke volumes.
