It Clings To You

Amelia POV

The journey to the Shaman house was quiet, filled with tension. Tristan was with us as we went to his house. Leonardo seemed to be preoccupied in his thoughts as we sat in the car.

I took his hand in mine and kissed his knuckles. “What are you thinking?” I asked.

He sighed. “The last time I went to the Riverdale ruins, it was—” He clenched his teeth. “—disastrous!”

“Why, what happened?”