#Chapter 277 Westridge

Grace I got to my room and found Charles there, already dressed for bed. The rest of the house had retired. He beckoned me across the room. I climbed into bed. "So?" I asked, gesturing vaguely towards the doorway. "The pendant, the tears?" Charles offered me a gentle smile, a hint of amusement dancing in his emerald eyes. "After the ritual, Cecil and Richard have been communicating... Cecil's been having nightmares." "I would have..." Woken up usually. He pulled me close. "She was nervous that you weren't waking up the way you usually did, but she took me as a consolation prize," Charles' lips twitched. "She told me that Devin never checked under her bed for monsters or stayed until she went to sleep." He sighed, laying back and dragging me down with him. "She said that she didn't ever feel like Devin would protect her.... And Richard all but promised to bite him." "You're kidding." "Richard is very protective of his elder sister." "He can barely crawl!" He laughed. "He's a