PENELOPE'S POV

Callista approached me not long after I walked out of the lounge. Her eyes carried the weight of anger, screaming louder than her unspoken words. We did nothing but stare, digging deep into each other's souls and minds.

A weird smile creeped across her cheek. Never seen one like it before, but I could tell it didn't mean well.

She crossed me without saying a word and stormed into the house.

I followed the tracks down to the Western tower where Daemon said he'd be. He ...