Avery
This day was surreal. I’d walked into a media furore flanked by huge hulking men who looked like a cross between the secret service and Vikings. What I must I have looked like a tiny ginger woman surrounded by all this suited muscle.
The cathedral, or whatever they called it, was a huge imposing building and inside was even more intimidating. It was all carved sandstone and stained glass. The place was packed, and I felt like a bug under a microscope. Only Erik’s calming hand on my shoulder allowed me to move forward, especially after I caught sight of Maurice. Guilt and sadness punched me in the gut seeing him there. I focused on Marco’s shiny sword in front of me to get me the rest of the way.
The place smelled musty, and I remembered something Edith used to say. “I don’t go to
