QUEEN shut her bedroom door behind her, leaning against it for a heartbeat as her mind replayed every second of the cold, unsettling walk down that hidden hallway. She was shivering slightly, not from the chill she had felt down there, but from the thrill of what she had just confirmed.

She had expected this though, not that whoever was behind that old door would swing it open and welcome her with open arms. No. People hidden away like secrets didn’t do that. But Queen knew what she had felt, that faint scuffle, that hesitant movements behind that warped wood, it showed there was a presence, alive and cautious. Orlanda...