Alexis's POV 

Accepting Asher's icy hand in mine, I allowed him to draw me into the castle. The hall was brightly lit, casting shadows along the cobblestone floors as I trailed in his wake. 

The amethyst necklace began to warm against my skin. I prayed it was offering the protection Professor Annenberg had promised. 

I prayed for a lot of things as he guided me along the corridors, the touch of his hand barely a whisper at my waist. 

I knew ...