My breathing lulls me down. Lost somewhere between my thoughts and my impossibly confused emotions, I fall into a dream that’s born out of a memory.
And then even that fades, and all that’s left is darkness.
Back at the mansion, Milana points out the room next to mine. “This is yours,” she says to Geneva. “For as long as you want it.”
“You make it sound like I have the freedom to leave whenever I want to.” Geneva scowls. The vein in her forehead is throbbing like it always does when she’s worked up.
Milana fixes her with a dead smile. “You do—just as soon as we can make sure it’s safe for you.”
Geneva turns to me. “They feed you this crap, too?”
“Genny,” I say softly, putting my hand on her arm, “I know this is a lot, but it’s for your own protection.”
“Got it. So you’ve already dru
