As we drove into the Mansion, Marvin’s personal guard welcomed us. It was an airy evening and I saw the look on Larry’s face, he was tired. The day had been long and tiring. Everyone needed a rest, but not me.

The gravel crunched under the tires as I pulled into the driveway of Marvin's mansion. Larry, my steadfast ally, turned to me as we parked.

"You want me to stay, Cassie?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

I shook my head, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate nature of the ...