Soren

A grand stone staircase funnels to the highest reaches of the cathedral-style foyer where the stained glass windows stretch to the highest rafters. This place is ancient. From the dawn of fucking time, I think. Shadows hug narrow passages leading off the foyer, but Blake knows exactly where to go, I guess, because he grabs my arms and tugs me to the left. I balk, ripping my arm out of his grasp.

“Don’t touch me again,” I huff, smoothing the fabric of the rather fancy button down shirt I’ve been wearing most of the day. Jane brought me clothes and quickly disappeared again shortly after I left Blake’s office...