Twenty-Four Chase steps through the doorway, and that damn siren goes off again. I tell it to break. I tell it to never make a noise again. In the eerie silence that follows, I let out a bitter laugh. “Have you been sent to bring me in? Is Calla so disgusted by what I did that she can’t face me herself?” His eyes travel across the foyer. “What have you done, Em?” My heart breaks just a little bit more at the sight of the shock on his face. I knew he and Calla wouldn’t condone this, but it’s worse seeing his reaction in real life. “No more than they deserve,” I tell him. He looks at me, and his eyes are as sad as Bandit’s were out in the forest earlier. Then suddenly, inexplicably, it begins to snow. Within seconds, there’s so much snow, I can hardly see the stairs in front of me. I rea

