Gansey only remembered being escorted over to a small room before there was blue fog and everything went hazy to black. When he woke, he could feel his head pounding and his mouth incredibly dry.

Upon trying to move, to sit up more, the man found that his hands were bound though his mouth was not. With some difficulty he shifted, hazel gaze flicking across the room to take in his surroundings.

It was night, based upon the darkness he could see from the unfinished window and the entryway where a door was presumed to sit once construction was complete.

Sitting in the center of the room was a white cat, star visible on it's forehead, and it blinked at the pair in the room.

Delphine wasn't far off from him so in a quiet voice he tried to rouse her.

"Hey, D, I need you to wake up.


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