Chapter 13 The News

• The Prince
• When I wake, everything feels normal—too normal. But the sense of unease gnaws at me. I don’t know why the guard at the graveyard hasn’t reported in yet, but the silence is unsettling. Then again, if the Moretti's had been there, maybe they didn’t bother leaving him alive.
• I shake the thought off and head downstairs. My father is sitting back in his chair, looking far too relaxed. He’s calm, collected—smiling even. It won’t last. Ghost must’ve gone last night, which means the storm is coming.