(Isabella)
The curiosity still swirled through me even though I felt like I was on the brink of being lost. Maybe it was the blood that I was losing. With each drip down my arm and off my finger, it seemed that the entrance glowed brighter.
But it was still a flickering thing, not something that seemed to hold.
I waited minutes, or maybe moments, but nothing happened.
“What’s taking so long?” Charlotte asked even though the knife was still pressed to her drawing drops of blood.
I almost smiled, she was too d.amn brave.
I was surprised when Rodney huffed and let her go, coming up to stand on the outskirts of the circle he made. I watched him from the corner of my eye, not daring to take my full attention from the flickering entrance between the twisted trees.
“Maybe it needs more
