LARA
"Keep your eyes closed," Isaac instructed, his hand warm at the small of my back as he guided me out of the elevator.
"This feels ridiculous," I muttered, but kept my eyes dutifully shut. "I'm a grown woman being led around like a child on Christmas morning."
Isaac's soft chuckle brushed against my ear. "Trust me, it'll be worth it."
The elevator had carried us upward for what felt like forever. The air smelled different here—fresher somehow, with hints of fresh paint and raw materials.
"Are we in a construction zone?" I asked, feeling the texture of unfinished flooring beneath my boots.
"Something like that. Three more steps. That's it."
I heard the echo of our footsteps in what must be a large, empty space. A gentle breeze touched my face, suggesting open windows or perhaps a balcony.
"Okay," Isaac said, positioning me carefully before stepping away. "Open your eyes."
I blinked my eyes open and immediately gasped.
