Forty-two:
Oliver Oswin
I couldn’t stay at the mansion anymore.
I refused to be in the place that had been responsible for lying to me my whole life. I’d grown up there. It was supposed to be my home. But it wasn’t my home. It had been a prison. A place for Emma Oswin to keep me and my sister hostage. I went to the only other place that I could think of. Ransom’s. My half brothers.
When I got there, I found The Minotaur pacing in the entry way. He was in his human form. “Chris,” I said, “what are you doing here still? I thought you were supposed to be off on some private island that Ransom was supposed to have set up for you.”
He snorted. “I’m an i***t. I stayed. The girl, the one with the red hair….she got kidnapped. By the winged girl. The one that the two
