Author's Note: Hey guys! Feel free to ignore the rest of this author's note, it's a pointless update on my life.

So ya girl over here just read the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Rhysand is perfection! CHAPTER 55 OF ACOMAF!(iykyk)

I've seen a lot of reviews that have said the series is only good for the smut and whatever, but I actually loved the plot and characters. I skipped through the inappropriate scenes because I'm not into that kind of stuff, but the rest of the book was AMAZING. I wouldn't recommend reading it if you're still an innocent child, but my innocence was spoiled long ago and let me tell you this series is stunning (and I'm not just talking about Rhysand).

Quite honestly, Sarah J. Maas's writing is really inspirational to me because I love how she wrote Rhysand's character in the first book, making him a villain you couldn't help but love. I hope to one day get to that level of writing (which, based on the stale humor and lack of character I'm writing now, probably won't be anytime soon)

Anyway that's my rant for today, thanks for reading it lol

Enjoy the chapter, don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you think!

Sophie followed Keefe out of the elevator, out to the fire escape so they could reach the roof. They were five minutes early, but she'd figured being early was probably a safe bet. The Neverseen had made it very clear that they shouldn't risk being late.

When they reached the clock tower, Lady Gisela was already waiting inside.

"Good morning," she said.

"What do you want?" Keefe asked sharply.

Lady Gisela feigned offense. "Honestly, if we're going to be spending so much time together, shouldn't we be more civil?"

Sophie didn't have to look at Keefe to know that he was rolling his eyes. She was, too. The idea of faking civility around Lady Gisela, who had hurt so many people, seemed like a nonsensical fantasy, something straight out of Alice In Wonderland.

"Well," she said, dropping the formal pretenses, "I thought we could start off with a little exercise."

She held out one hand, and in the other raised a silver-tinted crystal. Sophie had never seen one like it before, but she assumed that was what allowed the Neverseen to leap out of this place.

Sophie grabbed Keefe's hand and Lady Gisela's, and together they leaped away.

When they arrived, they were standing in a dark cave. The only light came from that odd silver crystal. Lady Gisela let go of Sophie's hand, but Sophie held onto Keefe. They followed Gisela through a tunnel, concealed by shadows.

The darkness brought back memories of the first time she and Dex were kidnapped, of that cave on Mount Everest, of those Neverseen hideouts they'd discovered using the Lodestar symbol. She shivered, unable to shake the feeling of someone watching her. She could feel the burns, could feel spiders walking down her spine and snakes slithering up her legs. That creature from her nightmares, that shadowflux beast, stalked her.

It's not real, she reminded herself.

Not real not real not real not real.

She tried to shove the image away, but the quiet of the tunnel did little to help. All she could hear was the too-quiet silence, paired with the click of Lady Gisela's heels against the stone.

Click.

Clack.

Click.

Clack.

Each noise seemed like a death knell, a timer slowly running out. If they stayed down here much longer, she might go insane.

Keefe nudged her arm, and slowly a small light at the end came into focus. A door. The light was coming through the small space underneath the door and around the doorframe. Lady Gisela pressed her hand against the door, and it opened, revealing a room. Bright white fluorescent lights paneled the ceiling, a sharp contrast from the pitch blackness in the tunnel.

A large mirror covered most of one of the walls, and a dentist-like chair sat in the center of the room. Machinery of all sorts littered the room, but Sophie didn't recognize any of it. Some sort of storage room, maybe? As she was walking by the mirror, she trailed her finger along it.

Then she noticed something odd. Her fingernail touched the reflection. In normal mirrors, if you put your finger against the glass, there's a gap between your fingernail and your reflection. If there is no gap, then it's likely to be a trick mirror. That explained the bright lighting, too. For one way mirrors to work, the lighting on one side must be about ten times brighter than the lighting on the other.

Then Sophie realized what this room was. An observation room. She'd known the Neverseen were going to do experiments, but she thought they were going to be similar to telepathy lessons. But. . . this? This looked like something out of a science fiction movie. White walls, tile floors, bright fluorescent lights. Polished machinery, one-way mirror, that chair that now looked like a death trap.

She felt like they were going to dissect her, piece by piece, to see how her head worked. For a horrifying moment, she imagined Lady Gisela, holding her still-beating heart, blood dripping down her clawed fingernails and hands, a wolf-like grin on her face. Then Keefe brushed his thumb against her hand, sending her one of those calming breezes. She stopped panicking as much, but still wanted to run. She'd take the darkness any day, over this.

Lady Gisela motioned to the chair. "Sit, Sophie."