*CALLIOPE*
We’re making our way up the hill to the castle when a deep, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach comes over me. Something is wrong. Something bad is happening… to Lucas. I know it deep down in my core.
“Drusilla,” I say, “We need to hurry.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “What makes you say that?”
“I just… know,” I answer. “Lucas is in trouble.”
She nods in understanding. “Your bond must be a powerful one,” she muses, holding her wand in front of her as we approach the palace wall.
We increase our pace a little as we walk quietly around the side of the wall to find the secret entrance. I say a little prayer that Bethea hasn’t figured out how I keep getting in and out of this place. Not because of fear… no. I’m not afraid anymore. I’m ready to embrace my fate. I deserve
