He locks them in there until they remember how to behave. That was ruthless, so I looked at the bookshelf again. A hidden room. A room Konstantin used to keep people “calm.” The thought made my stomach twist. “People?” I asked quietly. Arlo's jaw tightened. “Yes.”
“How many?”
“I don't know.” I asked. “But you've known about this room.” He replied. “I told you, I knew it existed. I didn't know everything my grandfather did with it.”.I studied his face.
There was something different about him now. The confidence he'd carried when he first found me in the hallway was gone. His eyes remained fixed on the bookshelf, and for the first time since I'd known him, he looked like he didn't want to know what was behind it either. “Did you know about Danielle?” I asked. His eyes moved to mine.
“No.
