Emily
I paid the cab driver, feeling the cool air wrap around me as I stepped out of the vehicle. The Frost Mansion loomed in front of me like some gothic dream, its massive gates greeting me like the mouth of an ancient creature.
The driver pulled away, leaving the quiet hum of the city behind me. I stood there for a moment, trying to gather myself before walking up to the gates on foot.
I wasn’t sure what I expected—maybe the security would let me pass without a question, or maybe they would give me that look, the one people gave when they recognized me as just another person in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The look that said I was in trouble, that something about me was wrong. But as I approached the gates, the man on guard immediately raised his hand, signaling for me to st
