Daria's POV

When Harriet said those words, the temple appeared to be much smaller. Quiet and… heavy, I guess. I find myself still imagining Lucius on his knees in my head, although it is not as though I am not noticing him. I despise that in me which only reacts instantly and even takes care when he is torturing us.

I rose and began to walk about, and my boots squeaked on the stone floor.

Well, we must combat this, I said finally.

Harriet gazed up at me in alarm. "Yeah, sure," she said.

Her voice was little, but solid, as it was too solid to belong to a child....