38. He is in chains

Analyn POV

I watched Ambrose. He looked like he was in a panic. He had mentioned the curse to me before, and I remembered him telling me how dangerous he became during that time.

"I...I'll go down there. There are only four hours left until it happens," he said.

"I'll come with you and help," Sylvia told him.

"I am coming too," I said.

"No!" Ambrose protested immediately.

I felt a little hurt by it. Why was he trying to reject me again? "Why can't I come? I am your wife. I am coming with you," I insisted.

Sylvia nodded. "Let her. She needs to see what has to be done during these times. I won't be around forever to take care of you, Ambrose," she said.

Ambrose sighed, relenting. "Alright, she can come. But you can't stay," he said.

I silently followed them to the cellar. Ambrose's face was grim, and so was Sylvia's. I've never seen Sylvia look so serious. It made me worried about what was to come