Chapter Eighteen
The first time I came to Gabriel’s house, right after the auction, it felt like the Labyrinth. A maze, one in which I could wander for days and never find the center. I don’t think it was a coincidence that I felt completely lost at the time, wandering through the maze of Tanglewood’s underworld.
Now I know the halls well enough to make my way around, but there’s space missing. The distance between rooms doesn’t fit how big the walls should be. The third floor feels miles above the first. There are gaps in what I can see, and it’s enough to send a shiver down my spine.
I roam the hallways, my gaze flicking up to the corners. I’m looking for the glare of a tiny camera. The black wire of an audio device. My paranoia has reached untenable levels. My insides feel shaky and
