Sandy's POV
Charles brought the car to a stop outside Aunt Monica's cottage, turning to face me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through my soul. Only then did I realize how tightly I'd been gripping my bag, my knuckles white from the tension coursing through my body.
"We're here," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
My heart skipped several beats as I stared at the small cottage nestled among the trees. "Yeah," I managed to breathe out.
This was it. We had everything we needed to shatter the curse that had bound him for so long. But the question that haunted me was what would happen after. What would become of us once the chains that held him were broken?
"When this actually works, what's the first thing you'll do?" I asked, unable to tear my gaze away from the cottage windows glowing with warm light.
