Chapter Eleven
They drove back to Ravenswood in silence, Charlotte lost in her own thoughts, Dorian struggling to find the words for his.
He was no closer when the massive stone manor finally came into view. No closer when he pulled into the garage, navigating the BMW to the dark corner in the back. No closer when he turned off the car, listening to the familiar tick of the engine.
The sound used to bring him comfort; it’d always meant he was home. That however terrible and black the day had been, he’d survived it. That somehow, he’d made it back to the one place that always brought him solace.
Now, the sound reminded him only of a bomb counting down to its brutal detonation.
Next to him, Charlotte let out a deep sigh, her shoulders heavy with some new weight.
Neither of them made a
