WEEKS AGO

Victoria's POV

The cabin reeks of mold and Clarissa's labored breathing. I pace the rotting floorboards, rage burning through my veins like acid.

"Victoria," Clarissa wheezes from the couch, blood seeping through her bandages. "We need help. I'm dying."

I don't even glance at her. Dad. Ethan. Marcus. All rotting in Crimson Eclipse's cells because of Moira—my favorite fucking toy who had the nerve to escape and find two ...