Octavia
“Octavia, run!”
I cling to my dad, shaking my head. “No. Not without you.”
“Octavia, go. Now! You have to.” He tries to shove me through a hidden passage in his office.
“Please, Dad! Come with me!”
He grasps my shoulders tightly, meeting my eyes. “No. You need to go. Now!”
“But Dad—” He shocks me by suddenly pulling me into his arms and holding me tight.
He is… hugging me?
He doesn’t say a word, and the embrace lasts only two seconds. Then he pushes me back and slams the hidden door closed in front of me.
“Dad!” I shove against it, but he must have placed something in front of it.
“Dad!” I call, pounding my fists against the door, but he doesn’t respond.
When I turn around, I see nothing but darkness. I reach out, pressing my hand against the wall and using it to guide m
