12
Agatha
One second, I’m shivering inside Jacoby’s castle. The next moment, I stand in a country garden. Warm breezes caress my skin. Jacoby waits nearby. As so often happens with this guy, his features are both handsome and unreadable.
“You said we’re headed for Earth,” I declare.
“True. Your listening skills are commendable.”
What a sarcastic ass. Well, I never backed down from Marchesa or Ivy. I certainly won’t start groveling to Jacoby.
“Guess what? I also have the power of observation.” I shoot Jacoby a look that encompasses a single idea: duh. “We’re still in the Faerie Lands.”
“Whatever makes you say that?”
“This place is too lovely.” A thought appears. The instant the idea hits my mind, I know that it’s the truth. “This is your secret home.”
If my words shock Jacoby, he d
