The days began to blur, melting one into the next in the dark, quiet prison of Uriel's mansion. Jamee had sealed himself off in the library, poring over old texts, searching for any hint of where the summoning spell had come from. Uriel remained scarce as always, locked in his office, brooding and plotting who knew what. And Cass… Cass was left alone with her thoughts, a dangerous thing for someone who could already feel herself spiraling.
Something had broken in her after the bunker, a part of her she wasn't sure she could ever get back. It was as if the rage that had fueled her in that room had hollowed her out, leaving nothing but an emptiness that expanded every time she looked around and remembered where she was.
