When we got out of the car, I looked up at the towering glass building in front of us. Ginevra, who had only just recovered from her illness the day before, had insisted on meeting with our parents. Ever since she woke up, she hadn't uttered a single word to me, nor had she touched her food.

Every time I tried to step into her room to check on her, she would scream until her voice gave out, forcing me to keep my distance.

"Sir." Black’s voice brought me back to reality.

I snapped out of my thoughts and glanced ahead at Gin, who was already striding toward the main...