TWELVE
“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING.”
“You’re not impressed?”
I made a face and considered the white stone building. “On the contrary, I’m always impressed by castles. This one is particularly nice. It has a nice view of the ocean, and it’s not falling down like lots of the castles Sarah has dragged me to see.”
“But?”
“Portland Castle isn’t really my idea of heaven,” I said, waving a hand that I hoped would express all the emotions I was having difficulty verbalizing. “I know, I know, the Court isn’t heaven, but it’s similar, and well, this just isn’t my idea of what heaven should look like!”
Theo laughed and took my hand, leading me in through the entrance, on the tail end of a group of tourists. “Would it help if I told you that the Court itself isn’t in the castle?”
“Then why—”
“On
