Karin
The dream flickers away, like a candle blown out. For a moment, I’m filled with terror, afraid that I’ve lost Ansel, but I feel his presence even if I can’t see or hear him. Still, the control and the energy I’m trying to hold on to is quickly fading.
It’s twilight. I’m standing outside the sanitorium. I fight it, but I feel myself slipping into a nightmare redux.
“My son tells me good things about you.”
Sir David looks nothing like Ansel. His hair is gray, his body is imposingly muscular, and his face is weathered and scarred from fights, but it’s the menacing look in his eyes and the hardened expression on his face that’s the real difference.
For once, Ada and are in complete agreement on something - we don’t like him.
Sir David’s eyeing me. I pull my hair around, making s
