I clutched my mother’s car keys and hesitated at the walkway. Welborn’s house was blanketed with so much blackness that it appeared to be a shadow even though I was several feet away from the front door. The weathered wood was black, and curving lamps twisted around the doorframe, creaking as the wind pushed against them. Even the curtained windows were dark, barely allowing the golden glow from inside to escape. Why did he have to live in a place like this? Otherworldly evil monarch I shook my head as I ran toward the front door, but something brushed my shoulder, and I yelped. It was a branch. Get ahold of yourself, Jess. It was nothing. “Hello, young lady—” The man’s voice split the air, and I jumped, nearly dropping my stuff. When I turned around, ready to defend myself, the older man blinked his pitch-black eyes. “Can I help you?” he asked. I dropped my hands, my cheeks burning. “Is Welborn—er—Eric here?” I stuttered, failing to control my composure. My heart wa...
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