Calculated Truths

CALLA'S POV

"Come," Beatrix instructed. Her tone left zero room for debate. She turned and led us out of the drawing room.

We walked down a wide corridor into a massive, cavernous dining room. Centuries of heavy heirlooms weighed down the space. Towering oil portraits of imposing Wolfe ancestors lined the walls, their painted eyes watching our every move. A massive chandelier hung overhead like