#Chapter 142 The Path Forward

Logan I have a bad feeling the moment I step out of the room. It’s the way the air changes. It started off dense, like fog pressing down on my chest. The flickering candlelight seeps beneath the small crevice of the door, the low hum of energy that has nothing to do with electricity and everything to do with something older and much darker. But more than that, it’s Emily’s eyes. She doesn’t look scared — she looks resigned. She looks as if she is walking straight into something she knows she can’t avoid. Oh, how I wish that I would have fought back against Emily and Madame Wanda’s wishes of privacy. I should have remained in the room instead of fixing myself outside of it, forced to listen to the quiet whispers of the night instead of being in the room. I stay by the door in the darkened hallway, eyes fixed on that door like I can burn a hole through it. I want to believe this is harmless. That Madame Wanda is just a scam artist with flair for the dramatic and that Emily will