I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I stared at the note—Find me—and I moved.
My feet hit the cold floor, scrambling for the dress I had discarded hours ago. I pulled the silk fabric up my body, not caring that it was wrinkled, not caring that I smelled like sex and stale wine. I shoved my feet into my heels and sprinted for the door.
I threw the heavy oak doors open and burst into the hallway.
Empty.
"Devon!" I screamed, my voice bouncing off the stone walls.
Silence.
I ran. I didn't know where I was running to, but my legs carried me toward the Grand Hall. That's where the loops always centered. That's where the parties were. That's where the resets happened.
