Fiona’s POV.
A game, everything we’ve done since we arrived at this palace was a game. Even now as I quickly slip out of my room and down the hall, I hall the billowing skirt of cream dress in hand as I run, my footsteps are as light and quiet as I could possibly manage in this empty, echoing hallway… I was playing a game.
A very dangerous game, one that could either result in me getting my throat slit or I’d finally be getting answers to the questions that’d been plaguing me since my memories started becoming more and more frequent.
I make a turn down to a darker hall on the left, my steps slow into a stroll and werewolf vision takes over as I slowly incur further and further into the dark. I could hear the sounds coming from downstairs, the music, the laughter, the raised voices celeb
