Tell me again what we’re doing in the cemetery at midnight?” I asked, tossing a long lock of my blonde hair over my shoulder. “It’s a school night you know.”
Sebastian sighed. “This is part of your training, Simone. Every night you need to guard the town and protect the good people of Witchburn.”
It was dark. The full moon hung against a canopy of stars, and the half-light cast grotesque shadows over the headstones and through the wrought-iron gates, the buildings of the affluent Northern California homes gleamed darkly in the moonlight.
I noticed I had mud on my new jeans already—I was not happy. The autumn evening was warm for mid October and now I wished I’d worn a t-shirt instead of this long-sleeved knit sweater. And it itched.