Chapter 47

We reach a house tucked between two monstrous trees, and Theodore stops. My chest squeezes and my stomach knots, but I stay cool. "Come on," he says, heading towards the door, "she might not be here." My lips feel dry, tight. I feel weighed down and scared. A part of me doesn't want to face the girl who haunts the hallway, the green-eyed girl, the girl who had him, her. She's become some mythical beast in my mind, I've given her power. "Okay," I murmur, hiding behind him, not wanting to see...