Mira Pov
Nobody moved for a few seconds after the scarred man spoke. The photograph was still in my hands, and no matter how many times I looked at it, the girl staring back at me didn't suddenly become a stranger. She still had my eyes. My face. Even the tiny crooked smile looked familiar.
I swallowed and looked up. "Somebody needs to start talking."
The words came out sharper than I intended. Maybe because I was tired. Maybe because I was scared. Or maybe because I was standing in a dungeon full of supernatural people who apparently knew more about my life than I did.
The scarred man said nothing. The prisoner said nothing. Even Rowan stayed quiet.
I laughed once. Not because anything was funny. Because if I didn't laugh, I might actually scream. "Wow. Amazing. A room full of peopl
