*Rory*
The castle looms against the night sky, dark and intimidating, its towers outlined in silver moonlight. I stop just short of the gate, staring up. I know this place. I stood in this very spot hours ago, or what feels like hours ago. Only then it was lit by floodlights and filled with partygoers in costumes.
“This… this is your home?” I ask, breath fogging the air.
“Aye,” Cait says, stepping past me and lifting a hand to the guards above the gate. “Open the gate!”
Her voice is strong and commanding.
The massive wooden gates creak open. I expect some kind of joke, a hidden camera, a drone buzzing overhead, something to shatter this illusion. But it never comes. Just the groan of heavy hinges and the scrape of boots on packed dirt as guards close the massive gate behind us.
Cai
