Mary-Allison Flagstone

We don’t even pause to have breakfast. My stomach grumbles when it should be in knots. But I’m with Christopher, and I’m not without my defenses. Cautiously, we make it out of Castle Nightshade. No one sees us, to my knowledge anyways.

Taking a route through the castle I’ve never been through, Christopher pulls me along, bracing me against walls when so much as a mouse squeaks. Christopher says it’s the night of the festival and vampires from all ...