Jane waited until all the warriors had left for the ritual before making her way through the halls of the packhouse. Her fist tightened around the key wrapped in a note she received from one of the guards–a man with a creepy obsession with Frieda. Jane thought it was a trap set by Lillian, but at the moment, she didn’t have any other option.

“They locked Lacey and Frieda in the west wing, the room with the black doors. After the feast.”

Jane cursed under her breath again. The west wing was desolate, but she knew there would be a guard or two stationed there. As she approached the main...