Page 401 of Reign

Their voices sound far away.

Like they’re standing at the other end of a tunnel.

We enter the house. Then we’re going downstairs.

Why are we going downstairs?

The gym is downstairs.

Is he going to work out?

No.

That doesn’t make sense.

The playroom is downstairs too. That makes even less sense.

The gardener is dead.

My Chanel dress is ruined.

There’s blood in my bangs.

Luciano keeps walking.

There’s another section of the basement beyond it.

I haven’t been here before. A door opens. Dario and Miguel are on their knees. Their hands are bound behind them.

I stop.

Oh.

Secure.

This is what Rodrigo meant when he said Dario and Miguel were secure. In this house, secure means tied up on your knees in Luciano Castillo’s basement.

That feels like information I should have had earlier.

Luciano releases my hand. I don’t like that.

Dario speaks. Or maybe Miguel does.

I can’t tell.

Their voices move together. Everybody sounds too far away.

Rodrigo comes into the room behind us.

He’s looking at me.

Why is everyone looking at me?

I look down.

Oh.

The dress.