I take a deep breath, stand, and straighten my shirt. If Damian thinks I’ll just stay in the dark, he’s wrong. I don’t know what I’m looking for, but the feeling that discovering the truth is the only way I’ll ever regain control gnaws at me.

I leave the dining hall and walk down the hallway, retracing my steps. The sunlight filtering through the tall windows does little to ease the unease creeping over me. The mansion feels too quiet, as if it's holding its breath, waiting for ...