148

ADELINE

The doors swing open and I stop dead.

At first, I think Reid’s dragged me into a museum. The ceilings are high, light spilling in through a skylight. Everything gleams—glass, stone, polished floors. But it’s not the building that steals the air from my lungs.

It’s what’s inside.

Sculptures.

Everywhere.

Some stand tall and smooth, carved from pale marble. Others twist in dark bronze, caught