Chapter 35
-Astrid- “Something’s wrong,” I gripped Arlo’s arm, stopping him from opening the driver-side door. He turned to look at me bemused. “What is it?” Arlo asked, his first instinct to reach for my hand. The sparks somewhat calmed my racing heart but not enough to put my frantic mind at rest. That revolting smell only added to hurricane anxiety forming inside me. I shook my head, warily watching the house. “I don’t know…something doesn’t feel right. And that smell.” “This coven regularly participates in sacrifices for their dark lord,” Blair said, scrunching up her nose. “That smell could be coming from an animal.” She tried to sound convincing, but deep down, something told me that the lingering smell of death was human. The frown on my face grew deeper. “Give me a mi
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