*LUCAS*
I’ve felt this pull before, this desperate urge to find Calliope. But this time it feels even stronger. A sensation deep in my gut tells me that something is wrong. Very wrong.
So I leap out of bed and run through the empty hallways, following the urge like a compass in my soul.
Where is everyone? Where are all of the guards?
I shake my head and focus my attention on the magnetic feeling inside of me, running with all of my might toward it.
She’s in danger. She’s dying.
But why do I care? I’m getting married. And Calliope… whatever she is… she’s evil. Murderous. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.
So why do I feel like this? It makes no sense.
A voice in the back of my head is screaming at me as I run through the village. “Stay away from her!” It shouts. “You’re mine… you’re mi
