*Miranda’s POV*
The doors opened of their own accord, silent and slow. There was no one on the other side, only dark and overwhelming silence. Stephen shoved me forward as I hesitated. A low growl escaped my throat at the act. Even though I was so far out of my comfort zone, I may as well be orbiting earth, I would not let him see it. I refuse. Our steps echo through the massive hall – six pillars on either side stretching three stories high and dark as if covered in tar. If I’d stood still, I swore I’d be able to hear him breathing even if he was stood on the far side of this... throne room. The polished black stone beneath my feet shone like a mirror, or a lake in the cold quiet night. A shiver ran down my spine the moment we reached a set of narrow stairs to the right. I obeyed his sil
