Chapter 20Opening my eyes, I smiled at Grandma Gert’s back room. My head hurt enough to notice. Compared to my previous experience, this felt like nothing.
Gabe groaned and sat up, holding his head. “I officially hate roses, spiders, and candles.”
“No kidding.”
Drew sat at the foot of the bed, watching us with a curious expression I couldn’t translate. He definitely seemed relieved, but did he also seem a little jealous? “I’m glad you’re both okay. About ten seconds ago, the key flared with light and disappeared.”
I raised my hand, no longer wrapped around the key. Instead, I held the box. My fingers spasmed with cramps, so I tossed the box to Drew and shook out my hand.
“Interesting keyhole.” Of course Drew figured that out within half a second of seeing it.
“Now we just have to fig
