“Where is he going?” I wondered, leaning closer against Kylan.
“Back home,” he said simply.
Was he not going to talk about what was discussed?
What he expected?
Judging by Kylan’s reaction, this must be something normal for him. The king was so cold and distant—not even Fergus was like that.
Moments later, Fergus stepped out with Principal Sterling, who was struggling to keep up despite his cane, and his assistant following closely behind.
“I can assure you,” Sterling said. “We will look after her, make sure her years here are comfortable—and she will be in good hands.”
Who?
Me?
Fergus mumbled something I couldn’t quite understand before Sterling walked off with his cane again, limping slowly. When he was about halfway, Fergus turned to look at us. First his sharp eyes met mine, t
