Chapter 20 Into The Thorns

• Kelly stood in front of the greenhouse door, shrouded in moonlight, the cold wind gnawing at her bare arms. Ravenwood’s estate loomed behind her like a prison, yet the greenhouse looked worse — like a beast’s ribcage covered in thorns and glass. Overgrown ivy coiled across its frame like strangling fingers, and the smell of damp earth and decay leaked from the cracks.
• She held the note whip was delivered to her tighter.
• Meet me in the greenhouse by midnight. Come alone.