She had never learned this place. She had been brought to Nightshade and kept in the east wing and had not been given a tour of the grounds or the building beyond what circumstance had shown her.
The mansion was vast and deliberately complicated, west wing, east wing, south wing, corridors that folded back on themselves, staircases that arrived at landings requiring a choice between three directions. It had been designed this way. A home that was also a fortress, its interior legible only to those who had spent years moving through it.
Dakota navigated it without faltering.
