The vault
Bella Point of view
We split into two groups to cover more ground. Sam and I headed for the study, while Jacob and the others searched the upstairs rooms. The study was exactly as I had imagined: ornate bookshelves lined the walls, and a massive desk dominated the center of the room.
"We're looking for anything out of place," Sam said, already scanning the shelves.
I joined him, running my fingers along the edges of the bookshelves. After several minutes of searching, my hand brushed against a lever hidden behind a row of dusty books.
"Sam," I called.
He was at my side in an instant. With a deep breath, I pulled the lever. The bookshelf creaked and groaned before sliding aside to reveal a narrow staircase descending into darkness.
Sam exchanged a glance with me, then turned and called out to Jacob. Within moments, he and the others joined us.
"Looks like we're going down," Jacob said, his tone grim.
