I was going stir-crazy in this house.

It had been days since my discovery of The Golden Hive’s involvement in illegal smuggling. I was having to sit on all the new information I’d obtained because Dante hadn’t come to visit since the night before the masquerade ball.

The analytical, detective part of me was irritated and annoyed that I couldn’t get in contact with him, but the emotional side of me was worried about him. Also, the ...