*Emory*My stomach is tight, like a fist, as I follow my parents up the walkway to the monstrosity of a stone fortress known as Castle Graystone. Lighting illuminates the sky overhead, which seems to fit perfectly with the scene, though it’s not raining—not yet anyway. Something tells me there’s about to be a shift in the atmosphere, and as my black boots hit the ancient wood of the drawbridge that has bidden entrance here for upward of a thousand years, I can feel the electricity in the air.Thunder rolls across the blackened sky, the boom echoing deep within me. Lola clutches my hand more tightly and lets out a little whimper. “It’s okay,” I tell her, forcing a smile to my lips. “Everything is just fine.”She looks up at me, her wide green eyes filled with anxiety, and her head rocks back and forth, but I know she doesn’t believe a word I’ve said. Why should she? I don’t believe it either.On my other side, Coit walks more confidently. At seventeen, my brother is the epitome of the
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