Sonia picked Arabella up, holding her to her chest. She glanced at Isaac and Marco, still grappling each other in the center of the room.

“Promise me,” Sonia said. “Promise me that when this inevitably gets out of control, you will run.”

“I can’t promise that,” said Lavinia sadly. “Now go.”

Sonia nodded and stood up. She darted out the archway and her footsteps disappeared down the hall. Lavinia stayed where she was, still gripping the ...