SERAPHINA’S POV

I’m left in the room once more, with the lights off for another set of hours; I don’t know how long.

It feels like days have passed, but there aren’t any windows to tell what time it is or the sun’s position in the sky.

A quality, I imagine, that bastard Gideon sought while picking a room to lock me in, possibly to facilitate my descent into madness.

But it isn’t a lack of a window that erodes at my mind; rather, it's the maddening silence around me, forcing me to ...