She limped into the abandoned wing, following the finding pull that drew her toward the end of the hall. Curiosity made her open all the doors she passed. The motion left half-moon streaks on the dusty floorboards. No one had been in any of the rooms for years, but there seemed to be nothing unsa...
There was nothing, though, not unless she left Cassie. Turning, she blinked against the beam of the flashlight. Recognition swept over her, followed by slack-shouldered relief. Even obscured behind the light, there was a certainty about Eight’s figure that made her calm. Calmer. Because “calm” wa...