Arianna didn't know how long she knelt there among the wreckage of her room. Time seemed to blur, marked only by the hitching of her breath and the hot tears that slipped between her fingers.

Everything she'd endured—the rejection, the poisoning, the loss of her father, being sold like livestock—she'd held it together through all of it. But this senseless cruelty, this petty destruction of the few meager things she had left, finally broke through her defenses.

*GO HOME*

As if she had a home to return to. As if Ravenwood hadn't been stolen from her along with everything else.

A sound at the door made her look up. Maya...