Chapter 17
We carried Bastion up the servant staircase, quietly to prevent my employers and the police from noticing. I debriefed my family as best I could while we regrouped in the second-floor hallway. Then, thankfully, Bastion awoke.
Even he understood there was no time left for banter. So he got right down to the job at hand.
“I think, maybe, it’s this way?” His hand waved vaguely right, in the direction of the master suite and Clarence’s bedroom. My pelt slipped off his shoulders in the process and I nabbed it out of the air, expecting to have to wrap my cousin back up tight to keep Bastion lucid.
Whatever energy had been sequestered in the skin was gone, however. Which was good. It meant Bastion’s energy—such as it was—remained despite the lack of a pelt. After a moment of consid
