Gabriel

The drive back to Bellmoon felt oddly calm, probably due to everything Samantha had told me in the garden and everything she must have carefully avoided saying. I knew she had more, but I couldn't pressure her to do more than she had done already. I was even grateful that she said a thing.

Samantha sat in the passenger seat, quieter than she had been during our time in Mysticwoods, her fingers playing at the hem of her jacket as the familiar landmarks began appearing through the ...