Waindale

Wrenley moves to Waindale, the place where her mother grew up and where her grandmother still lives. Between the pine trees and above the wet ground, she soon realizes that Waindale is anything but the perfect place she remembers it as. Dark things stalk the woods. Dark things are pulling her in. "I turn on the lamp that's sat on top of my dresser. The pink lampshade makes my room glow with a feminine warmth, and it shines through the glass of my window; a signal so he can find his way home. It's dark out there, so bone-chillingly dark that I nearly fear for him before realizing that he is the greatest danger in those woods."

Sydney Marie · Fantasía

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Chapter43

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Imogen pauses mid-chew. /"Woah./"

/"What did you say?/" Elara asks.

I look to Vivianne. She seems to know the answer.

/"I said it's too complicated with my family. I couldn't explain it to my mom let alone my grandma. And plus, it's way too soon to even think about living together, even if it is very tempting./"

/"Do you think you'll see him today?/" Vivianne asks.

I shrug.

Our food is brought to the table, but I have a difficult time eating my burger. Biting and chewing and tasting—all of it makes my stomach rise in protest. I don't mention the rogue to them. I'm not sure if Adam wants such information spread around the town. It's better if I just keep my mouth shut and face my fears alone.

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