Eric shifted down until he was comfortably out of line of sight, enjoying the warmth and softness of her breasts pressed to either side of him, the beating of her heart and steady breath audible when he rested against her skin.

There was relative quiet once Anne had seated herself aside from the occasional flick of the book page, but Eric remained close and quiet all the same. He had set his comms so only she would hear him in case he needed to get her attention, though with someone like Doom one couldn't predict the results.

After some minutes the corridor suddenly emitted a set of clanging footsteps before the door opened and Doom stood at the doorway, imposing and arms folded. "You are proving more trying than I had expected, Miss Boleyn. But your efforts to escape have been futile."