Alexandria

A tunnel of blue light shone from the headlights, illuminating the long driveway. The large oak trees bowed and the Spanish moss twisted. By the howl of the wind, it was more than a breeze. An autumn storm was brewing. With November nearly here, cold and warm fronts were battling for domination.

As Bryce stopped the car before the front steps of Montague Manor, he squeezed my hand. "I could come in with you."

"I-I don't know...if Alton would ...