Fitz stayed out on the balcony long past the point where Ritchie and Moreau had passed out of sight around the corner of the building, towards the path through the hills that led to the cottage. The sun sank ever lower in the sky behind him, but still he kept throwing that boomerang and catching it, throwing and catching it.
The guardian mumbled something to himself about cabin fever, but Fitz found him easy enough to ignore.
But then, as the last rays of the sun were winking out of sight, the door to his rooms burst open and he heard a voice he was never able to ignore. His father.
And the voice of his father was dismissing the guardian.
Fitz caught the boomerang one last time, then came into the room again to find the guardian just on his way out, closing the door behind him. He hadn
