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take a couple of steps back, leaving me standing by myself in front of Taylor. I glance back at Peter who remains motionless. The expression on his face is one of eagerness and curiosity. He wants to see Shadowface. He wants to know her. I bet he has no idea that I know more about Shadowface than he does, though it’s not much. The thought gives me a sense of power over him, but it is a false sense. If anyone here is powerless, it is me.
    “You can go inside,” the guard says.  
    I take a deep breath and try not to let my hands shake. I’m not exactly sure why I’m nervous. It’s not like she’s going to do anything to me, right? I’ve seen a vision of tonight and I’m in it. That means Shadowface intends no harm for me in this meeting. I find little relief in my rationalizations as I reach for one of the doorknobs and twist. I walk through the first door and find myself in a foyer. Another set of double doors stand in front of me, this time without a guard to hinder me. I have to take another deep breath and reach out for the next doorknob and twist. This time when I open the door, the light within blinds me.  
    I’m forced to squint as it feels like the light engulfs me completely. Why is it so bright in here? The squinting doesn’t seem to be enough and I can feel a headache coming on. But as my eyes become accustomed to the light, my headache fades and soon I even feel comfortable.  
    “Not a bad trick, is it?” a voice calls out from my right.
    My head snaps toward it, but I don’t see the source at first. The room I’m in is huge. It’s not unlike the room I’ve been in for the past month, though the furniture is much more luxurious. Black leather sofas and chairs are positioned in various places, and there is even a fountain made to look like a waterfall over rocks on the opposite side of the room. The ceiling must be at least twelve feet tall and the fountain is half that. To my right, I search for the source of the voice and find a woman leaning against a large, white-metal desk. She wears a black trench coat as if she’s about to leave for a stroll, but she seems to have been waiting for me.  
    “What trick?” I ask, taking a short step forward.  
    “The light,” she says. “You make the way here very dark, and the moment a person steps into the room, I’m the one with the first look. With the lights so bright, I was able to see you for a good ten seconds before you even realized I was here.”
    “Sounds like you’re afraid someone’s going to kill you,” I say.  
    She slides off her desk and begins walking toward me, her hands in her coat pockets. “When you’re in a position such as mine, you’re always afraid someone will try to kill you.”
    As she comes closer, I can see her face more clearly. Apparently, this is the same face my sister saw that day she hid away in Elkhorn three years ago—the face that was with a mysterious man. Her blue eyes are piercing. Her hair is straight and blonde and is cut off at her cheeks just like my sister described her.  
    “My name is Olivia,” she says. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
    “I know who you are,” I say.  
    Olivia lifts an eyebrow. “Are you about to say Shadowface?” Her grin flashes her straight, white teeth. “Come, have a seat.” She motions toward the desk to the right.  
    I take in the room around me, my eyes finally able to comprehend all that is here. The lights actually aren’t so harsh now that I’ve been in here a minute or two. The entire place is spotless and almost everything is pristine white. There are a few doors in the giant room, no doubt leading to personal quarters or bathrooms. Olivia walks around to the other side of the desk and sits. I sit across from her, looking for something out of place, something that might give me an insight to who this woman really is, but there is nothing. No photos, no books to take her mind off things. But I don’t really need to know what kind of