As I walk down the hall to the security room, I try to think of the palace in this light. Home. With all its nooks and crannies and secrets, it doesn’t feel anything like the abomination I used to think of it as. It feels familiar and full of potential, and as I creep down the stairs to the kitchen, I do what Remy Maddox once accused me of. I put dibs on it. Mine,
