chapter 29
The next evening
The bonfire raged on the beach under the watchful eye of James. Drew stood beside him, having made the last trip down the ladder with Amaranth’s journals that Mar had inherited. They had laid a red blanket on the western sands, between the bonfire and the cliffs, and arranged their remaining gifts and treasures on it. Everything they had amassed since the evening at Evans Funeral Home almost two months earlier was there.
James poked a burning log with a long stick. Sparks soared, forming brilliant orange constellations that shifted against the darkening sky.
“Is there any way that we can explain what happened last night?” James asked, sitting down in the sand.
Drew shook his head as he stared into the flames, flopping down beside James.
“I was on autopilot
