Resentment and regret drowning my thoughts, I pulled out the drawings I did
 
 of him.
 
 “Much better. Spread them out.”
 
 I did as he instructed.
 
 “My, you are quite talented. But Savannah, you’ve got my face all wrong.
 
 You’ve just made a smudge. I think it’s time for you to see it for real.”
 
 I gritted my teeth. “If I wanted to see an asshole, I’d just bend over in
 
 front of a mirror.”
 
 He laughed. “So much fight. Such a strong soul. I doubt I’d have any
 
 chance of doing this if I didn’t have your blood. But I do, so let’s go.”
 
 Shit. Those bastards had taken it when I was trapped in the sanitorium.
 
 Kahanov waved to the bedroom door.
 
 My neck burned, and my teeth ached. My heart had lost its rhythm and
 
 was pounding erratically in my breast. Despite my fury, despite my fear, I
 
 obeyed. Straining with every step, I walked over and undid the latch on the
 
 door.
 
 The pained voice in my head whimpered, Wake up, Savy!
 
 But I couldn’t. Sweat trickled down my spine as I opened the door and
 
 stared into the empty hall. I tried to shout, but my voice was locked again.
 
 But maybe Casey had heard my door. Maybe he would hear my footsteps or
 
 me talking to myself.
 
 They were fool’s hopes. The house was silent except for my labored
 
 breathing.
 
 The sorcerer laid a hand on my shoulder. “This is where I leave you.
 
 Your ride is waiting. Better go catch it.”
 
 My mind screamed. Fighting my own body, I began padding barefoot
 
 across the creaky wooden floorboards to the stairs. I took each stairstep
 
 deliberately, sleepwalking my way down to the second-floor landing. Then
 
 the first. Pictures of long-dead LaSalles looked back at me from the walls and
 
 emotionlessly watched my descent. My ancestors, impotent to help. Content