Serena’s POV
I stared at the heavy oak desk until the sun began to peek through the curtains. The lock was still closed. It looked cold and mean. I had no key. I had no magic. All I had was a desperate need to save my sister.
Penelope sat on the floor, hugging her knees. She looked so small in the big, dark room.
"Serena, the wedding is only one week away," she whispered. Her voice was thin and shaky. "What if we never open it? What if he marries me off before we find the truth?"
I knelt down and pulled her into a tight hug. "We will find a way, Pen. I promise. I will not let you be a pawn for his gambling debts. I have already been a pawn. I am finished with that life."
"I am so scared," she cried, hiding her face in my shoulder. "He is my father, but he feels like a stranger. He lo
