Danielle places three images on the coffee table in front of us. She's sat on the sofa opposite me, while Adam is beside her and Zavier is beside me. We've been trying to figure out who could've been in the garden a few nights ago since no body was found, and why she would've tried to kill me if she claims she was just 'passing by'. The three images are of three different women, all with inky black hair and dark bronze skin, and all incredibly beautiful.

The only problem is that the sun was setting when I walked into the woodland and I barely got a good look at her face in the blur of darkness. Not to mention that I was so caught up in trying to protect myself that I wasn't focusing on what she looked like. So, inspecting the three photos in front of me, I feel like I recognise all of them yet have no clue who any of them could be.

Zavier, Adam and Danielle watch me as my eyes flit between the images, really trying to spot any similarities to that woman in the forest. I stare into each of their eyes as if they were really standing in front of me, trying to match them to the memory branded into my mind of when the two of us stared each other down, daring one another to pounce again. But there's nothing.

"None of them?" Danielle asks gently.

I rest my elbows on my knees and cup my face in my hands. "I don't know," I groan. "I mean, she looks kind of familiar," I say, pointing to the photo in the middle. "But that freckle on her cheek... I remember her having, like, weirdly flawless skin."

"Do you remember what she was wearing?" Zavier asks.

"Um..." I think for a moment. "I think it was just all black. Like a vest top, leggings and boots."

"Any jewellery?"

I shake my head. "Not that I remember."

"Who goes for an innocent walk with nothing else, not even a bag or jacket?" Adam asks, encouraging us all to think.

"It was hot that day," Danielle shrugs. "She wouldn't have needed a jacket."

Zavier shifts next to me. "And she might've brought a bag and just put it down for the fight."

"She could've been there all day," I mumble, staring at nothing in particular. "Watching us."

"Okay, we don't know that for certain," Adam says. "Yes, she might've been there all day, or she could've been honest and just got lost on a walk and saw Aurora as a threat."

"Then why was she carrying a knife?" Danielle asks.

"Let's just be thankful it wasn't a gun," Zavier mutters. "We were all out there that day, she could've had us all shot in seconds."

I think about that for a moment. Deserted fields of nothing until you stumble upon eleven dead bodies laying in a pool of their own blood. Maeve dead. Danielle dead. Blake dead. Chelsea and Posie dead. I sink further into the cushions of the sofa, ridding those images from my head as fast as possible.

"Okay," Danielle starts, fiddling with her engagement ring. "So I think that, as of now, we move on from this. There was no body found, Aurora wasn't badly injured, we have no idea who could've done this, so maybe we should just let the case go cold for now."

"Until something else happens?" Zavier asks.

Danielle nods. "Right."

Only a few hours later, something else happens.

Maeve, Chelsea, Jayden and Colby are on a raid while the rest of us sit together in the living room, watching some bad action movie on the cinema screen that no one is really interested it. It's only when Blake curses, shoots up from his chair and sprints out of the door, that the real action starts.

"Enoch, stay with Posie," Danielle says, before rushing off with Zavier and Adam. I probably should stay in here, too, but the curiosity is already eating me alive, and I never seem to do what I 'should' do anyway. I follow them out of the house.

There's a girl standing out on the grass. She looks like a Greek statue, pale white and ethereal with thick, dark hair and bright, wide eyes. Blake is yelling at her, telling her to 'fuck off our land', until Danielle and Zavier stop him and push him back. I approach the scene with caution, stepping over to stand beside Adam who picks at the skin of his knuckles in worry.

"What are you doing here?" Danielle asks, her voice carrying authority across the gardens. "Did he send you here?"

The girl doesn't say a word.

"Who is she?" I mumble to Adam.

"I'm not sure," he whispers back. "Her name is Sara, but that's all I know."

"You want us to force it out of you?" Zavier yells, his angry demeanour still surprising me even now. "Because you know what happens to trespassers."

She's so silent. It's like she's not even breathing.

"Sara, did he send you?" Danielle asks again. "We won't do anything to you if you tell us the truth."

I want to know who 'he' is. I want to know why there's another woman standing in our garden. I want to know what might happen to her if she continues to be silent.

Blake steps closer to her. "Do you know who was here a few days ago?" he snarls. "Do you know who attacked Aurora," he points back towards me, "before she cut her arm and sent her running?"

Sara shakes her head as she looks over at me with wide eyes. It's the first movement I've seen from her. I keep my face neutral as she continues to stare me down, just as I had done with my attacker. I've always been teased by my family and friends about my intimidating resting bitch face, so now's the time to put it to good use.

I'm not scared of her and she knows it.

The others try snapping some sense into her, threatening her with all sorts to get her to say something, but she's been trained. I remember back to when I was working with Adam, and he told me that if I ever were to be kidnapped or caught, I had to stay silent even in the face of death. Sara's been told the same thing and we know she's not going to budge.

"Okay then," Danielle says calmly, shaking her head. "I was hoping not to do this, but you give me no choice."

Blake and Zavier advance on her and she's screaming in seconds, kicking at them and struggling as they take one arm each and practically lift her off the ground. They're carrying her closer to me when she breaks through the bonds and launches at me, but the instant adrenaline hits me with the force of a tsunami and hurricane all rolled into one. I grab her arms, knee her in the stomach and throw her onto the floor in one fluid motion, using the strength that I'm still not used to having.

I watch as she rolls onto her front, gasping and coughing. Zavier and Blake have grabbed her again and are not letting go this time, no matter how much she screams and hits them. I find myself following them in.

I didn't know this mansion included a prison until we're in the basement, where we go through a door that I've barely noticed and I see a corridor that leads to four cells. There are large windows in each of them, and I look through one to watch as Zavier throws Sara in and locks the door with a four-digit code.

The cells are sound-proofed, as Sara's screams are drowned out as soon as the door is closed. She hits the glass of the window, which I'm guessing is bullet-proof considering it barely even wobbles, and the cell only includes a bed with a thin quilt and what I'm assuming is a toilet behind a privacy screen. We watch as she screams and tries to escape, until she collapses onto the bed, defeated.

Danielle, Zavier and Adam all leave after a few minutes. I'm still watching Sara as she curls up under the blanket and her shoulders shake. I feel a stab of sympathy, imagining myself in that position, but understand that it's the best for everyone's safety. Still, I sit down on the hard floor and rest my head against the wall of the cell, having no plans to get up for a while.

Blake slides down beside me, surprising me, and we spend a good twenty minutes sat in total silence.

"We'll give her enough food and water," Blake eventually mumbles. "Whether she takes it or not is her decision."

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Are we going to kill her?"

"No," he says, before reconsidering. "Well, probably not. This is just a precaution, until she gives us some answers. She'll have to speak eventually. These cells are enough to drive people crazy."

I scoff. "And you know this from experience?"

"Funnily enough, yeah," he mutters, picking at something on the floor.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"It should surprise you," he says, a smile in his voice. "I'm, like, the best behaved person here."

I quirk up an eyebrow. "Is that right?"

He shoves me, but even he can't hide the amusement from his face. But we turn quiet again as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a silver cigarette case. He picks one out and holds it out to me, offering me one. Grimacing, I shake my head. He shrugs, takes out a lighter, and lights the end of it with a flick of the flame.

He takes one puff and respectfully blows the air away from my face, before holding it between his fingers and smirking at me. "You really don't like the smell, huh?"

I shake my head. "No. And I don't know why anyone does."

He chuckles. "Neither do I."

"Then why?" I ask, gesturing to the cigarette.

He shrugs, looking at it in thought. "Honestly? I think I'd be dead without them. Life's too fucking stressful without them."

"There are other ways to relieve stress," I shrug. "Having a cup of tea, listening to some music, going swimming, taking a long walk off a short pier?"

Blake rolls my eyes at the last part, before reaching the cigarette out towards me. "You have a go and tell me it's more relaxing than a cup of tea."

"Peer pressuring. Cute."

He pulls it away. "Or not."

But he's challenged me now. After a moment's thought, I take it from him and take a drag. Admittedly, it's not the first time I've done this, the first time being when Sean, Tristan and I had sneaked out with some friends and I decided to try one. I didn't like it then, and I certainly don't like it now.

I grimace again, holding it back out to him as I subtly cough out the smoke from my lungs. Blake laughs and takes it back. "Still not a fan?"

I shake my head before Blake pauses the movement. He has my chin gripped in his forefinger and thumb, and he forces me to look deep into his eyes. He then takes another drag of the cigarette, angles my head towards his, and blows the smoke directly into my mouth.

It's revolting yet exhilarating at the same time. It makes me want to punch him yet I want to jump his bones. It's unexpected yet I wouldn't expect anything less from him.

He lets go of my face and we pull apart. I'm breathing heavily, avoiding his eyes, feeling him watching me with that smirk on his face. It's almost as if we're not sat outside the cell of our prisoner and instead we've been transported to another planet, just the two of us.

But the thought of Sara brings me back to reality and kills the butterflies in my stomach. I kneel up to look through the window once again, seeing her laying in the same position as she was before.

"I think she's asleep," I whisper, as if she could hear me and I might disturb her.

"It's probably for the best," Blake says, finishing off his cigarette. "It makes the time pass quicker."

I look down at him. I want to tell him that I'm sorry that he knows this, but I don't think he'd appreciate that. Instead, I stay quiet, and sit back down next to him.

"I don't understand," I say.

"Don't understand what?"

I sigh and look at my hands. "I feel like everyone here knows so much more than I do. I know that it's because I'm new, but I think I deserve at least some things explained to me. Like, I had no idea that we have hundreds of people working for us until the other day, I don't know who it was who attacked me or who it could've been, I don't know who Sara is or why she pounced at me or who Danielle thinks sent her here." I look at Blake, who is deep in thought. "There's so much more to this, isn't there?"

He's quiet, before he nods. "There's a lot more, yeah."

I watch him, hoping that he might give me some answers. When he doesn't, I look away, smoothing my fingers over a rip in my jeans.

But he gets to his feet and holds out his hand. "Come on."

I let him help me up and follow after him, the excitement growing with every step to find out more.