CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
EMMA ENDLESS
The moment we entered the tower, the door disappeared.
“Shite!” I exclaimed as the bricks locked us in.
Clark looked at me in surprise. “I didn’t think you had it in you to swear.”
“I only swear when the occasion calls for it, otherwise, if you use swearing it just loses its impact.”
“I like that theory,” said Clark.
“Yes, well, words are my thing,” I reminded him.
I glanced around the tower. There was a set of stairs, and the air smelled like smoke from Daria. The stair case looked to be about a thousand years old, almost crumbling. I looked back at Clark. “Up?” I asked.
He went forward first and went onto the first step. Then, he held out his hand for mine. Always looking out for me. Always wanting what was best, the way a real leader d
