Reluctantly he handed over the key.
He looked into my eyes. His own brimmed with tears.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
He swallowed and nearly shook his head. His right hand clenched tight enough his knuckles turned white.
“As much as I wish it wasn’t this way, I can’t keep pretending any longer.” He looked down at his fist.
I longed to reach up and wipe away the tear that had escaped. He wouldn’t appreciate that though.
He took a slow breath and opened his hand, revealing a skeleton key. “You are now the only thing keeping the world from a slow painful death.”
My heart pounded wildly
I’d run as far as I could and still didn’t know if I would live another moment. The sounds of pursuit were gone, but the cold chill running down my spine had intensified. My heart pounded wildly as I gasped for air.
I leaned against the brick wall, hands splayed against the roughness, ready to bolt the second I saw signs of danger.
But would I actually see it?
If only I had listened to my mother when she told me not to open that old wardrobe. Whoever said it was the entrance to Narnia must have been high.
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