Chapter Seventeen
It’s strange to only have Crispin in my bed. Usually, there’s at least three Guardians sleeping with me, or four, if none of them has to do guard duties overnight. Tonight, Crispin is the only one touching me, his arms around my waist, his chest pressed against my shoulder. He’s sleeping deeply, his breath slow and regular.
I’m exhausted, but sleep isn’t coming. I wonder where the others are now. Have they reached the Gate yet?
I look at my watch. Four hours since they left. They should be on Earth by now. Another few hours and they’ll reach Castle Tioram. Hopefully they’ll be able to step through the Gate there without having to fight. Although that’s a feeble hope; I’m sure there’s demons guarding the entrance to their Realm.
For a moment, I remember Chesca. Without
