The Disappearing Act

Kalama

Just standing there in the middle of the entrance of the castle stood none other than Antone Grim.

I have to think quickly, if we were found by him, I really don’t want to know what he will do to us. By the look on his face, he is not in a good mood. He had his jaw clenched, hands balled into fists, and his eyes were darting everywhere.

I tried to see which direction he was going without being discovered, before I got back to the women. I looked again around the corner and to my horror,