Armani
I nearly missed it.
The door to the attic staircase was only slightly open, just a crack really. I wouldn't have noticed it at all if I hadn't been standing in exactly the right spot after my strange encounter with Stephan. That sneaky little man had rushed away so quickly, almost as if he was hiding something.
"If Stephan knew Rena came up here, why wouldn't he tell me?" I muttered to myself, staring at the partially open door.
A cold feeling settled in my stomach. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
I pushed the door open wider, revealing the dimly lit staircase beyond. Dust motes danced in the air where my movement disturbed them. The wooden steps creaked under my weight as I began climbing.
The attic of the palace was enormous—bigger than most people's entire homes. Memories
