TRAPPED IN THE DARK CASTLE
“But… Amy… you need to prepare yourself.”
“For what?” I asked.
She didn’t answer.
She pushed the door open further, allowing me to see inside.
The room was dark except for one dim candle on the side table. The bed was unmade, the sheets thrown across the floor, and several books lay scattered around as if someone had ripped them off the shelves in frustration. The air felt colder here than anywhere else in the castle, and the scent of magic clung to everything like smoke.
And there, standing near the window with his back to us, frozen in place like a statue carved in shadow—