Nox
My shoes pounded the Georgia clay. Back and forth I paced, watching my phone: the time, Charli's app, and Oren's texts. The sky was dark, barely a sliver of moon lighting the expanse from the woods to the manor.
“Are you sure she can find the way?" I asked Isaac.
“It's not difficult. You can see the lights of the manor."
I moved to the edge of the trees. We could see it. In the distance was Montague Manor, high on a hill, ablaze with golden lighting. Even from this far away, I could make out figures as people came and went on the back patio. Each one was smaller than ants, but they were there.
My phone buzzed and I read the text.
“It's from my dad. They have Adelaide. They're rushing her to the airport."
“Step one," Isaac confirmed. “Now as long as no one at Magnolia Woods is
