The next few days flew by like minutes, and thanks to the retrograde amnesia kicking in, I was no longer Dimitri Davenport. I will never be Dimitri Davenport again. I understood my place on the River of Styx. All of ours. Our family, floating toward a new world unseen.

Even though the cabins were separated by sex, our father allowed Number 4 (Aries) and I to rest together during nap time in the day, but never at night. Father says that the darkness of night brings about the ...