Chapter 254 Waiting Is The Hardest Part
- Michael
- “It could be hours–or a day,” Alma says quietly as she arranges her tonics on a table just outside the bedroom where Faye’s finally getting some rest.
- “It’s been hours already,” I tell her, motioning toward the window in my suite in the castle where moonlight drifts through the panes, casting the hallway in silver starlight.