The Mistress
I looked for Michael, but he was gone, swallowed by the smoke of the burning nursery.
I ran toward the service exit, Zander’s hand finding mine in the dark, pulling me out into the cold morning air just as the roof of the Aethelgard Estate caved in with a sound like the world ending.
We stood on the grass, watching the black smoke billow into the sky. It was over. The monster was dead. The house was gone.
But as the first rays of the sun hit the rubble, Sophie ran up to us, her face ashen, holding her tablet.