SARA’S POV
The hallway was empty when I reached grandfather's quarters. Yellow tape crisscrossed the doorway like some kind of macabre gift wrapping. "DO NOT CROSS" screamed at me in bold black letters.
I looked both ways before ducking under it.
The room still smelled like him—peppermint and spite. My stomach turned. I needed to be quick. The sentinels would be making rounds soon.
"Where did you hide it, you old bastard?" I whispered, running my fingers along the edge of his desk.
The grimoire was all that mattered now. My maternal family's magic, passed down through generations until it reached my mother, and then me. Grandfather had taken it when he banished her. Hidden it away like everything else that gave me power.
I pulled open his desk drawers one by one. Nothing but papers,
