Alexandria
A tunnel of blue light shone from the headlights, illuminating the long driveway. The large oak trees bowed and the Spanish moss twisted. By the howl of the wind, it was more than a breeze. An autumn storm was brewing. With November nearly here, cold and warm fronts were battling for domination.
As Bryce stopped the car before the front steps of Montague Manor, he squeezed my hand. "I could come in with you."
"I-I don't know...if Alton would approve."
Apparently it was the right answer, at least one Bryce willingly accepted.
"Then let me walk you to the door."
"It isn't necessary. It's late. I'll see you tomorrow." I didn't linger long enough for a goodnight kiss; instead, I pushed the door open. When I did, the wind grabbed ahold, pulling the door from my grip and whipp
