Chapter Eighteen
Paul drew in a deep breath as the chair he was in suddenly dropped before twisting in a dizzying spiral. If he thought the foyer of the castle was fascinating with its floating ghosts, this was downright exciting. A burst of deep laughter escaped him. He knew Morah and the other babies were safe and sound. Morian had asked him if he and the other men had misplaced something important when he and the other men had rushed to the castle.
The conversation flashed through his mind at the same time as the colors along the walls flickered around him making everything appear to move in slow motion. He had known the minute his comlink buzzed that it was Morian and why she was calling. His grimace had turned to relief when he heard the amusement in her voice.
“Did you lose someth
