As they sat still, for the first time in a while, Waverly felt at utter peace. Her body was undisturbed and her mind was completely clear of any questions or thoughts. She could hear her own heartbeat moving through her ears as Sawyer remained quiet. Every so often, she thought she heard him sniffle.
Just then, a commotion could be heard from downstairs. Waverly and Sawyer both lifted their heads while footsteps made their way up quickly up the staircase, becoming louder the closer they got to the landing. Once they stopped, Christopher appeared and he made his way to them.
“Sawyer, we need you downstairs," Christopher said.
Sawyer looked at him, his grief-ridden expression now full of concern.
“What's wrong?"
Christopher ran a hand through his hair. “They've sent more sacrifice
