TRAPPED IN THE DARK CASTLE
And if I turned around, I would pull Amy into my arms until no witch, vampire, or ancient prophecy could pry her away.
But that was exactly the weakness Bernatta wanted from me.
Later that evening, I saw Amy from down the hallway. She was standing near the window, hugging herself tightly, staring at the storm clouds gathering above the mountains. Her shoulders were tense, her lips pressed together, her face pale with exhaustion and confusion.
She sensed me instantly.
She turned.
Her eyes met mine.
Something inside me broke.
But I forced myself to stop several feet away from her, keeping my expression blank even though I felt anything but.