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 · Fantaisie

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Chapter50

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Hopefully over time I'll grow more and more comfortable. The rogue must have stayed far away as there's been no trouble since then—at least that I know of. Adam makes me feel safe. I know he'll protect me, but there are so many things out of his control. It's hard to imagine being in this house without him.

I fill a glass with water and it immediately turns ice cold against my fingers. Footsteps descend the stairs and near me as I drink. I place the glass down on the counter and turn to the kitchen entrance just as Adam appears.

/"I came down for water,/" I say, feeling as if I need an explanation for my being anywhere in this house.

Adam nods and comes over. /"You aren't cold?/"

I peer down at my camisole and sleeping shorts, both seeming unusual for December. /"Oh, you're always so warm. I don't really need to layer up when we sleep next to each other./"

/"Right,/" he says.

/"Is something wrong?/"

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