Gargoyles-Lovers

The Demon Hunter Chapter 4 Christine was tired of things always changing on her. She craved for something comforting and familiar. She needed something to get her mind off her seemingly endless journey of loss. She opened the French doors to the small balcony of her bedroom. As she stepped out, she could feel the afternoon breeze dance around her. She closed her eyes and took a deep sigh. The wind smelled of the pine trees growing all around Macbeth's property. The feeling of the wind blowing around her hair and her clothes was refreshing, but it just wasn't enough. Christine remembered that on her way to the library earlier that day, she had spotted a grand piano in the parlor. She hadn't played the piano in years, but the urge to play was irresistible. As she made her way down the stairs, she passed Mrs. O'Connell, who gave her a wide-eyed look of surprise. "Can- can I get you anything, my-my dear?" The woman looked as though she had seen a ghost. The winds had followed Christine