Thursday
Dear Diary,
The next day is more of the the same. I keep thinking the same words, over and over.
It’s day six.
Tomorrow marks the end of the road for me, Ivy, Tristan and any possible relationship with Dare.
No pressure. Where is this stupid castle anyway?
At last, one of the never ending caves of ice ends in a wall of white stone. Dare and I stand before it, our breath coming out in puffs of icy condensation.
“Is this it?” I ask.
“Yes,” replies Dare. “We’ve reached Alabaster Hall.”
Time seems to slow around me. Somewhere, inside this hall, I might find both my father and Ivy. Worry churns through me. Are they safe? I still can’t forget what the Gargoyle King did to that innocent llama.
What Could Happen Now
One. We find Father and Ivy within a matter of minutes and—yay
