5
I eased into a seat between my grandfather and Vicki, once more human and clothed. Gabrielle sat off to one side; she’d tried to leave, but Alistair had waved her to a side table. Alistair’s office smelled like old books, but in a nice way, not the stale smell old libraries sometimes had. I wanted to scan the bookshelf along one wall and see what titles I found, but it seemed like everyone wanted to focus on me.
“Have you given any thought to what comes next, Wyatt?” Alistair asked.
I had. I just wasn’t sure I wanted to admit that. “How do you mean?”
“You stand at a crossroads, my boy,” Grandpa said. “Yes, you can return to your old life, and once the fervor over you being missing for five days fades, it will be like you knew it.”
I nodded at that. Part of me wanted the comfort of w
