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If I couldn’t even trust my own mother, what made me think I could trust anyone else? Was anyone even looking for me? Rebecca and Ashley and the Huntsmen—did they wonder where I’d gone? Or were they too busy with their own lives to notice my disappearance? Then a startling realization came to me. This was their fault. Had I never befriended them, I never would have ended up in this room. They were off enjoying their freedom while I lay broken on a cold basement floor. Before I could rid myself of the dangerous train of thought, a voice whispered in my mind. I wish I’d never met any of them. The next time I woke, Daeglan was entering the room. He carried a blue foam pad the size of a beach towel and a yellow quilted blanket. My heart thrummed with excitement at the prospect that these thing
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