Chapter 6: Ember

Ravenspire is not a house. It's a fortress pretending to be a house. We came up a mile of black driveway at two in the morning and the whole place was lit up like a landing strip, and there were four men standing in the open doorway. I stopped walking at the bottom of the steps. "That's a lot of people," I said. "That's your family," my father said. "Take your time. They'll wait all night. They've been waiting all night." The biggest one came down first. Late twenties, black hair, a jaw...