Mirellie
For several long seconds, neither of us spoke.
I moved to sit on the edge of the bed while still staring at Hannah who she stood there with that infuriatingly calm expression on her face. The woman had somehow managed to dismantle every argument I brought up. She was too quick witted for my liking.
No matter her response, I still wasn't convinced she wasn't trying to turn me into Calliope. Unfortunately, I was beginning to suspect she genuinely believed otherwise.
A sharp knock echoed through the suite. Hannah glanced toward the door before checking the watch on her wrist.
"Right on time," she murmured with obvious satisfaction.
I immediately disliked those words. The knock came again and again. Then several voices drifted faintly through the suite.
My stomach sank and Hann
