Chapter 32

“There’s this historical building in Ellsworth,” Jim explained. “After the curator died, it was shut down. Closed up completely. There were reports of squatters after a while, and when the police caught them, they were…it’s hard to say what really happened to them. But they were incapable of speech, basic motor functions, almost everything, and yet they were still awake and alert. If the building is cursed or under some sort of spell, it could be the work of a dark fae. We’re pretty confident it’s a good lead, and since the building is closed up, we should be able to get inside to investigate without much trouble.”

Nathan nodded again. He knew he should be pleased they had a lead at all and a direction to go, but with the way some things had been progressing—his dreams, Jim’s sleepwalking, those red on black eyes tied to it all—ignorance inside the Gatehouse had been a nice, if short-lived bliss.