ELLA

I don’t know where we are headed next but honestly? Can it be any worse than I have seen so far?

Knowing Devlin, the answer is obvious.

Devlin’s hand is warm at the small of my back—a little too warm, and too steady as he guides me down the corridor that branches off the main floor.

The hallway is lined with black doors. Each of them is sealed with a discreet gold letter and a tiny red light glowing above the handle like a heartbeat, perhaps to signify whether the rooms are ...