SARAPHINA’S POV

The hallway was empty when I reached grandfather's quarters. Yellow tape crisscrossed the doorway like some kind of macabre gift wrapping. "DO NOT CROSS" screamed at me in bold black letters.

I looked both ways before ducking under it.

The room still smelled like him—peppermint and spite. My stomach turned. I needed to be quick. The sentinels would be making rounds soon.

"Where did you hide it, you old bastard?" I whispered, running my fingers along the edge of his desk.

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