The door was open, just a crack, but it was open. Maybe it was Gertrude! Maybe he’d just been hiding in there all along! He stepped up to it, leaning toward the crack.
“Gertrude?”
Something shifted inside. A brief, hushing noise.
It was completely dark inside. He squatted down, pushed his eye into the crack, thinking he may be able to see something, anything at all, even a shadow. Nothing. He glanced back down the passage. He didn’t have any time. Gertrude was in trouble, he needed them.
Another sound echoed from inside the room. Zorn’s head whirled around, and he thought he saw something move.
“Who is that?” he asked.
Then the door exploded, and a werepyre burst out of the room.
I, Dennis checked the note for the third time, mouthing the words as he read them. So here he was, stand
