Cynthia’s POV
I turned to face Charlie.
“Should we go to the dining hall to eat?” I asked her.
We had been having our meals in our room for the past few days, but now I wanted to eat in the dining hall.
Charlie seemed lost in her thoughts as she took a bit of time before answering my question. “Sure.”
I felt her hand let go of mine, and I turned around, ready to set off walking toward the door. I didn’t even turn around to check if Charlie was following me as my mind drifted off with thoughts of the looming nightmare waiting to happen.
That’s the only way I can describe the task that Lady Addison had set out for us. I have heard stories about what happens in the forest at night. Each one was worse than the last, including one particular story about the ghosts of the enemies of t
