Dimitri’s evil grin, spread across Jace's clean-cut face, jarred Lucy into her new reality. He was leaving her there in a steel cell whose existence was unknown to the pack. Looking around for an escape route, Lucy came across a startling fact. She was not alone.
Her cell was a plush, modern bedroom with an ensuite bathroom, nearly identical to the guest suite she had lived in during her first couple of months at the Northern Forest packhouse. The blush pinks and mauve accents of the room, though, were novel. It seemed styled to fit a woman, perhaps a woman from a different generation. There were even books on the nightstand that were bestsellers ten years ago. The one on top had a bookmark placed halfway through, as if the owner may be back any moment to take it up again and reclaim the
