Chapitre 95: The morgue: Part One

"We're here," Gabriel muttered. 

Esme had been staring into his eyes the entire journey of the elevator ride. Gabriel seemed to calm the panic that rose inside of her each time she entered the golden caged lift. Even when she closed her eyes, her heart would thrash against her chest, and she'd feel overheated and feel lightheaded and want to faint. But something about Gabriel, his crystal blue eyes and those peculiar red specks always entranced her. 

Gabriel stepped away from Esme to undo the elevator door. They stepped out into a long hallway, the floors white marble and the walls white. The smell of bleach was strong in the air, and Esme wondered if there was more to this building than what she knew of. It was rather clinical-like she was entering a luxurious hospital but with no furnishings or paintings on the walls and, of course, no windows.