Zoe POV

The first thing I register is the cold. Then the smell—stone and damp and something older underneath both of those things, the particular staleness of air that hasn't moved in a long time. I blink at the ceiling, which is low and dark and not the ceiling of any room I've been in before, and for a moment I don't remember why.

Then I do.

"Hey." Noah's voice comes from somewhere close and to my left, and I hear him shift before I've fully found him—the sound of ...