Nathan
Winona and I were sitting on her porch, enjoying a beautiful day with the sun shining bright when Grace came through our mind link, letting me know she was hurt. I was quick to jump to my feet and rushed to say, “I have to go! Grace got hurt, and she needs me!”
“I’m going with you!” Winona insisted, also getting to her feet, then she grabbed my hand and mumbled, “Let’s go! Where is she?”
“The library,” I answered, picking up my pace, so we were running.
It wasn’t the first time Grace had gotten hurt, but this time, she sounded so weak. There was something different in her voice, and it had me feeling some kind of way.
As we ran through the halls of the castle, I kept wondering what could have happened at the library, but the only thing I could come up wi
