CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
LOUISA ENDLESS
“Aren’t you the gatekeeper?” It was the first time the head had talked to me. I’d been sitting in a chair, staring out the window.
I turned my attention to him. “How’d you know?”
“I could sense it,” he replied, “the moment that you stepped in, and you have similar features to your sister, except for your hair color you could practically be twins.”
I frowned. It was the first time I had ever heard that. I’d always thought that Emma, with her long, jet black hair and green eyes, looked regaler somehow. I’d always felt like the ugly duckling in comparison, too pale to really be considered pretty.
“Well, you’re the first to say that,” I said, “who are you, anyway?”
“I’m Spark,” he told me, “I was a guard for the Lord of Summer, until he hatched
