‘Estelle.’ A familiar voice echoed in Estelle’s head, a presence well-known but almost forgotten. More than three weeks had passed since the last time they spoke and with each day Estelle grew more and more anxious about the voices that whispered in her ear. The visions had stopped after that night, but she wasn’t sure if she had unconsciously blocked them or if the ominous voice had decided it was too boring to torment her. ‘What do you want?’ Estelle answered against her better judgment. ‘You’re angry,’ Riya said in a tender tone. Of course, she was angry. She was also terrified, tired, and devastated by what she had done, and what she might do. She had no friends in the castle, not even Aaron could be trusted with such a secret, and she was in desperate need of one to tell her what

