OBSERVE

WILLS POV

When she demanded that I take her to the basement, I was under the impression she was talking about the wine cellar or hidden movie theater that existed, not the room in which she once referred to as a prison.

The white lights brightened up the room. There was a soft stench of bleach filling the air. I remembered the last time we were here. Sincere had shifted, making a mess of burnt dead skin cells and slime. Lana was quick to have someone scrub the space from top to bottom, as if what Sincere did was something infectious.

“What are we doing down here?” I asked. I had no problem following her wherever she wanted me to, but I was at a complete loss on what the plan was. She closed the door behind us, and for a moment I had an image of my blood plastering the clean walls, giving the room a splash of color.

Though I’d never think that Sincere would hurt me, I may have crossed over a line bringing up Elias.

“You are here for observation only,” She started, eyes scanning th