Chapter 40
I stared at my ceiling for the millionth time, Eliza's words playing on repeat in my head like a broken record.
Rolling over, I checked my phone. 4:47 AM. Great. Another sleepless night, courtesy of threats and things I still didn't understand.
Screw it.
I threw off my covers and got dressed. If I wasn't going to sleep anyway, I might as well do something productive. Like figure out what the hell everyone was hiding from me.
The packhouse was dead silent as I crept through the hallways. Even the night patrol guards were probably catching a quick nap somewhere. Perfect for some unauthorized snooping.
I'd lived in this place for months now, but honestly? I'd never really *explored* it. There was always someone around, always pack business happening, and always Mason hoveri
