Bianca’s POV

The knock came from nowhere, breaking the silence as well as my thoughts.

I’d been sitting on my bed for hours, staring at the same spot on the wall, trying to quiet the noise in my head.

“Come in,” I muttered, not bothering to move.

The door opened, and Martha stepped in.

She had a warm smile on her lips that didn't quite reach her eyes.

I didn't bother asking why.

“Damein wants to see you,” she said, her tone soft. “In the master ...