Her green eyes seemed to bore into my soul, painting on layers of pressure and stress. “I was going to tell my mom something,” I admitted. It wasn’t a lie, but rather an omission. Flexing my newfound confidence, I opened my shoulders and asked, “Why are you in the hall?”
The queen had left the curtains open hoping to benefit from tonight’s full moon. Her efforts were in vain, it seemed, because the windowpane was completely blanketed in a thick layer of frost.
There was a stark difference in how her cousins treated her, [name_f]Ellie[/name_f] thought. [name_f]Lizzie[/name_f] avoided speaking with her when one of her ‘frost phases’ started, but [name_m]Oscar[/name_m] stuck to her like glue even when she acted so cold that if such a thing was possible she’d have frozen him solid.
“How about England?” [name_f]Marnie[/name_f] suggested.
[name_f]Cora[/name_f] pretended to think over the idea, when truly she knew what her answer would be; ever since [name_m]Alan[/name_m], she had avoided British men like the plague
[name_u]Amari[/name_u] knew that he was screwed the moment she got into a screaming match with [name_f]Jemima[/name_f] [name_m]Elton[/name_m]. Not even a week later everyone had already started avoiding him like the plague.
The crew stood in stunned silence for just a moment, before the beast helped itself to a generous piece of the bowsprit, spitting out jagged shards of splintered wood. After that, all hell broke loose, and the sailors began running amok and screaming wildly.
“I can never tell,” [name_f]Ayla[/name_f] frowned, glancing at the bird perched on Delphi’s shoulder. “Is that a crow or a raven?”
“A raven,” [name_u]Zephyr[/name_u] muttered, sounding rather annoyed. She supposed that made sense – she’d been left alone with the boy for the best part of an hour.
[name_f]Penelope[/name_f] [name_f]Diana[/name_f] [name_u]Sutton[/name_u] was perched on the edge of the table, as far away from [name_m]Grant[/name_m] and Evonny as possible.
“Forgive me, your highness, for the intrusion, but it appears to be in Imogen’s handwriting.” Oswald’s hand trembles just enough to show his unease as he passes the neatly folded letter to Helene. “I thought it best that you be informed as soon as possible since you have expressed concern over her whereabouts.”
Why–the questions tugged at my brain. Why was I here? Why couldn’t I remember anything before this moment? However strong my concerns were, I wasn’t scared. Maybe I should’ve been, but for some reason, I wasn’t.
I glanced at the house, feeling my heart sink. It sounds stupid, but I’ve always had a sort of… thing about bungalows. I’m not scared of them, that would really be ridiculous, but there’s just something that… makes me feel unsafe.
He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Do I look like a rule follower to you?” He let that sink in for a moment, before continuing, “When’s this meeting over?”
Almost as soon as the words had left my mouth, I wanted to take them back. [name_f]Scarlett[/name_f] was staring at me in horror, looking like she wanted nothing more than to be able to stand up and scream at me. [name_u]June[/name_u] was clenching her fists, glancing around the kitchen at total random, unable to locate anyone’s position in the silence.
And Ash…
[name_u]Ash[/name_u] cleared her throat, face pale. “I know I’m not your sister, [name_u]Willow[/name_u]. You don’t have to remind me.”
And like a fool, I said nothing.
After the sun had set over the ocean’s horizon, I emerged from the boat. I hurried across the beach and down the road irradiated by pale moonlight. [name_f]My[/name_f] excitement fueled my legs as I ran beside the trees; they passed in a gray blur, their whispers silenced by the wind.
She sighed, and turned back to the stove where the kettle sat. “Amara, Amara, Amara. What willI we do with you?” Gran said as she poured the boiling hot water into a teacup.