The walls of the big house appeared bigger after the attack, as though the stone had swelled overnight. Isla felt it the instant the gates shut behind them, cutting them off from the rest of the world once again. The small amount of freedom she did experience was gone now.
Dante's rules were strict: no outings, no walks in the gardens without three men as escort, and no trips to the library without letting him know in advance. Now, every hallway she walked into had someone waiting, a guard hovering like a sentinel, quiet and watchful.
It was suffocating.
