MIRABEL POV.
I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep. One moment, I had been sitting on my bed, my mind racing with a thousand unanswered questions. The next, I was jolted awake by a knock on my door.
“Mirabel,” Kendrick’s voice came through, smooth yet firm. “Get dressed and come downstairs. You have five minutes.”
I sat up, my breath uneven. How had I fallen asleep so quickly? I hadn’t meant to. I had planned to stay awake, think, and devise a way out of this place. But now, the morning had come, and my paranoia was even worse than before.
Something wasn’t right.
Still, I had no choice but to obey. I dressed quickly, ignoring how my hands trembled as I buttoned up my shirt. Five minutes. That was all I had.
When I stepped into the second room, Kendrick was already there. But he wasn
