*Genevieve*

It was impossible to tell what time of day it was. The handful of dim lights in the dungeon were on all the time, so telling time was impossible. I felt like it had to be nighttime, but I couldn't be positive.

Hurried footsteps trampled down the stairs, echoing against the rock walls of the wet basement.

"Genevieve," Rowan hissed.

I stood, hurrying to the edge of the cell, grasping at the bars.

"What are you doing down here?" I ...