She took easy steps, her hand barely brushing the bannister. It wasn’t her first trip to the first floor of the mansion, but she’d been confined to her room for so long it still felt odd to venture far beyond it.She wouldn’t be in this house much longer, and that suited her just fine. Too much had happened here. Her world — the entire world — had changed since she’d been brought here against her will.Nevada felt that change to her core. She wasn’t the same person she’d been when Sorin had kidnapped her. She couldn’t say if she was better or worse, but she was definitely different. The woman — the girl — she had once been had been so naive. Not stupid, not entirely clueless, but blind to too much of the world around her. That girl had lived in a bubble where if something didn’t affect her, it did not exist.She was glad to be moving to a new place. She didn’t know exactly where they were going, but it didn’t really matter.The army was on the move, and she was part of that army.After Chloe had left Nevada’s room, Nevada had tried to meditate, to search not for a magical spell she might find in a book, but rather reaching for the inherent magic that had slept inside her for so long.
