Thirty-Three
Draven? That’s what I used to call Nate. Mr. Draven Avenue. But this can’t be him. It can’t. Nonononono, please say he didn’t do this. Oh, dear Seelie Queen, what has he done? What have I done?
A crackling sound rips through the quiet night as lightning flashes somewhere outside. It strikes the ground with such force that I have to throw my hand out against the wall to stop the shudder from knocking me to my feet. I hear a thud and crunch as something hits the ground outside. Compelled by the terrible fear that my entire world is about to be torn apart, I sprint across the empty hall and out into the lane.
The strongest gust of wind I’ve ever felt sweeps through the trees and slams me onto the ground. A roaring, crackling sound greets my ears. Smoke burns my nostrils. I man
