Alexandria

The clay path beneath my shoes was lined by stripped tobacco stalks for nearly as far as the eye could see. I'd ventured beyond the lawns, gardens, tennis courts, and past the pool, until the harvested fields were all around me. The manor was but a dot in the landscape, and I prayed that I'd found the place beyond Alton's security.

In my solitude, for the first time in nearly a week, I wasn't alone. Fingering the tracker necklace, Nox's voice reached beyond ...