PENELOPE’S POV

It felt like the entire hallway was swallowing me as I climbed the stairs. Each step I took echoed against the walls, spreading across the room with a sound I hated to hear in my ears. My skin burned from the weight of the stare.

Callister and Isolde particularly.

Lucas was on the edge, pacing about like someone who had just heard sad news. I wondered what it was that troubled him, but I had my own trouble ahead of me.

Isolde and Caliista were seated at the lower ...