Vespera’s POV
“Vespera, don't let him come down here.” Theron yelled.
My father's voice echoed from the staircase, and every part of me went cold.
For seven years, I'd dreamed about hearing Theron Vale speak again. I'd imagined what I'd say if I ever discovered the truth about his death, whether I'd demand answers or simply hold him while I finally allowed myself to grieve.
I had never imagined hearing him from beneath a dungeon floor.
“Dad?” The word escaped before I could stop it.
Damon tightened his grip on my hand.
“Vespera, wait.” Damon said.
I turned toward him, my heart pounding.
“That was my father.” I said.
“I heard him.” Damon said.
“Then why are you standing here?” I asked.
“Because the last time we followed a voice into an ancient chamber, something wearing my face
