CHAPTER THIRTEEN
My mouth flopped open and shut a few times before I finally found my voice. “W-what the hell was that?”
The baron smiled. “The gift of the Grau blood is the power of illusions. You witnessed my magic earlier in the woods when I surrounded Tegan and you with my fog. Those same mists can also project my memories over real space.”
“Then that really was you sitting on the bed?” I guessed.
He nodded. “At the tender age of, oh, perhaps ten. I was caught in a storm and found in the woods around the castle. The baron took me in and offered me a job, as you saw. I took up the position and liked the appointment so much here I have stayed these many long centuries.”
I half-turned toward the open door. “Then if you were talking to the baron, who was the person in the doo
