Danica POV
I make my way down a hallway that hasn't been used since my father died. I still feel strange about being here, like I'm invading his privacy. I know how ridiculous that sounds, but it doesn't change the way I feel. When I reach the door of what was once my father's room, I pull the key from my pocket. I walk inside and it is just as I expect it to be. Dark colors and very masculine. I know my poor mother must have hated this room. I miss her every day, unlike my father. He was never abusive, he just wasn't kind or caring in any way. He wasn't really a father. The only thing I can thank him for is making me a strong warrior. I start to look around the room. I notice a large desk with a bookshelf next to it. I'm just about to start going through the books when I feel Con
