MIRABEL POV.
Time had become a blur. Days, maybe even weeks, had passed, but I had no way of knowing for sure. There were no windows in the place Kendrick had brought me to, no clocks, no phones—nothing that could tell me how long I’d been here. I had no contact with my mother, no word from my mates. I had not even seen Vivian since that first day. The only person I ever interacted with was Kendrick—the man who claimed to be my father.
At first, I had been too consumed by training to think about it. The exhaustion, the constant pushing, the raw need to prove myself—it had all kept me too distracted to question anything. But now… now, I wasn’t so sure.
Kendrick was strange. At times, he was completely normal—if a little too focused on my progress. Other times, he would just… stop. His e
