The sun was barely up when we set out for Ashbourne again. I was quiet most of the journey, my mind heavy with thoughts of Helen and her words. Carlos already knew why. He just stayed close, walking beside me in silence, his presence steady and comforting.We reached the inn by nightfall. The familiar scent of wood smoke greeted us as we climbed the stairs. My legs felt heavy, not from the journey, but from the weight of everything unsaid between us."We need to talk," I said as I closed the door behind us and turned to face him.Carlos stood in the middle of the room, his hands at his sides. He looked like he was preparing for a blow."I'm sorry, Amelia," he started, his voice rough. "What I said about Austin was wrong. I was just…”"Wait," I said, holding up my hand. "Let me talk first."Carlos pressed his lips together and nodded. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened as he waited.I took a deep breath. "I know you were looking out for me."His eyebrow
The journey to Millbrook took us a full day of walking. Carlos and I had barely spoken since our fight, but when morning came, he and Rowan were ready to travel with me. No questions asked.The address Betty gave us led to a small town a day's journey away. My heart hammered against my ribs with each mile that passed.What would I find when we arrived? Would Mia be there, safe and sound? Or would this be another dead end in my search?Carlos glanced at me from time to time, his face still shadowed with shame from our argument. We hadn't spoken much since I'd stormed out of my room. The weight of what had happened hung between us like a thick curtain."Are you all right?" Rowan asked softly, noticing how my hands trembled.I nodded, though it wasn't true. Nothing felt right anymore. The memory of Lars kept playing in my mind. The way he'd touched my face. The way he'd said my name. The certainty that I belonged with him.But first, I had to find Mia. I had to know she was safe.The sun
I walked to the end of the hallway and leaned against the wall. My hands were still shaking from anger. The silence felt heavy around me, broken only by the sound of my own breathing.Carlos's words kept ringing in my head."I don't like how close he gets to you.""The way he looks at you."The way his voice sounded. The jealousy. The way he'd said Austin's name like he dispised him. Was that really what he thought of me?I pressed my back against the wall and closed my eyes. Something about the whole argument felt familiar. Like I'd been here before. Like I'd heard these words, felt this anger, experienced this exact moment.I rubbed my temples, trying to push away the strange feeling. But it wouldn't go away. It grew stronger.Then, suddenly, I wasn't in the hallway anymore.I was standing in a different room. Sunlight streamed through tall windows. The air smelled of something familiar. Something comforting and strange.A man stood across from me. Tall, with shoulder length hair a
I pushed open the door to my room, expecting to find it empty. Instead, Carlos stood by the window, his back to me. When he heard the door, he turned around quickly.His face lit up with relief. "Amelia! You're back."I closed the door behind me and set my cloak on the bed. "Carlos, I…""I'm so glad you didn't follow Austin," he interrupted, stepping toward me. His voice carried something I couldn't quite place.I stopped moving. The way he said Austin's name made my stomach tighten. There was a hardness to it, like he was biting down on something bitter."What do you mean?" I asked.Carlos ran his hand through his hair. "I mean I'm glad you came to your senses. That you didn't let him talk you into doing something foolish.""Austin didn't talk me into anything. He…""He was ready to follow you anywhere. Ready to play the hero and take you to Millbrook without any thought for your safety." Carlos's eyes flashed.I felt heat rise in my chest. "He was being kind. He was trying to help m
I walked maybe half a mile when my legs gave out. The weight of everything crashed down on me at once. The dream of little Mia, frightened and alone. The cruel words of her father.The fight with Carlos. It all pressed against my chest until I couldn't breathe. I sank to my knees on the dusty road and sobbed. The tears came hard and fast. My whole body shook with the force of it. I pressed my hands to my face, but I couldn't stop the flood of emotions. "Amelia!" Austin's voice reached me through my tears. I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me against his chest. He didn't say anything. He just held me while I cried, his hand gentle on my back. "She was just a child," I gasped between sobs. "In my dream, she was so small. So scared. And I can't help her. I can't even find her." "Shh," Austin whispered. "It's all right. Let it out." "Her father called her a freak. Because of her looks. He was so cruel to her." The words tumbled out between my tears. "She was trying so hard to
I couldn't shake the image of Mia from my mind. Her white hair. Her frightened eyes. The way she clutched that wooden horse like it was her only friend in the world. The dream felt so real, so vivid, that I could still smell the stale air of that terrible room. But I couldn't tell Carlos and Rowan about it. This felt too personal. The knowledge that my twin sister was somewhere out there, still being treated cruelly, sat like a stone in my chest. We met Austin at the town square just after breakfast. He smiled when he saw me approaching, that same easy smile that had become familiar over the past few days. "Good morning, beautiful Amelia. You look troubled. Is everything all right?" "I hope it will be," I said. "Austin, yesterday you mentioned that you'd help me with anything I needed. Did you mean it?" "Of course I did." "We need to find an orphanage. Elderwick's orphanage, a few miles east of here. Do you know where it is?" Austin nodded immediately. "I know exactly whe