Dear Journal,

It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? I most certainly will remember this for the rest of my life, so I shan’t waste time to keep you updated on everything that’s happened. I just need to get this out of my system. Helena had come off as suspicious to me from the very beginning, and now I know that my distrust was called for. She injected Monty with Atropa belladonna—sleeping nightshade—searching for the key to open the Baseggio box. I had never been so scared in my life. He looked dead, just lying there on the floor. And when he came to, he just started sobbing. He is sleeping right now, but never, in all my fifteen years of living, have I ever see Monty like that—so broken and helpless.

Felicity Montague