Instead, I pull on the knee-length coat Carlo sent me and walk through the mansion, which I am finally learning my way around now, toward the big double doors that lead to the garden. The house is quiet, but distantly I think I can hear Emily tapping from the attic, or maybe it’s just the soft wind creaking through the wood.
The garden is freaking humongous, with an eerie, almost alien quality at night. Massive trees rise up on all sides, obscuring the surrounding walls, and cute little white lights are strung from tree to tree. In the middle, there’s a giant fountain, similarly glittering with lights, with a statue of two cherubs frolicking as water gushes from their open mouths. I walk past it all, farther than I’ve been, following a path that twists and turns until I end up at a hidden
