Damon and I barely made it back up the stairs before fake Lina-Lisa-started banging on the door again. Her fists slammed against the wood so hard that dust shook from the hinges.

"DAMON! ARIA! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" she shrieked, voice splitting through the corridor.

I didn't flinch. Not anymore. Not after everything we had seen downstairs.

Damon twisted the spare key in the lock again-just to be sure-before stepping back. "She's not getting out," he said under his breath. "That door ...