Nox

My shoes pounded the Georgia clay. Back and forth I paced, watching my phone: the time, Charli’s app, and Oren’s texts. The sky was dark, barely a sliver of moon lighting the expanse from the woods to the manor.

“Are you sure she can find the way?” I asked Isaac.

“It’s not difficult. You can see the lights of the manor.”

I moved to the edge of the trees. We could see it. In the distance was Montague Manor, high on a hill, ablaze with ...