Mary-Allison

Out of the tunnel, out onto the broken slate and ashen stained columns. I’m out of breath, Christopher dragged me through the tunnel without me even pulling out my torch. He must come here more often than he lets on—There’s probably a lot that he doesn’t let on about. Who is he? I’ve spent two full days with him and I’m not any closer to knowing that answer than when I first saw him on the ferry.

“You know your way to the castle from here, ...