The words still echo in my mind.
Hello, sister.
Hello, sister.This is really happening.
“Speechless?” asks Lady R. “Can’t guess where I am, can you?”
“You’re in the reception room of the Prism Master’s palace. It holds some powerful mirrors. You activated one of them.”
“And how would you know the Prism Master’s palace?” Lady R looks around, as if trying to find the answer in the room. “Ah, that’s right. You fell through the ceiling.”
“Correct,” I state. “When I escaped the Bartlebee.”
Lady R leans forward, her eyes bright. As her tower tithe, I learned to read Lady R’s moods. That’s how I know what this particular expression means: Lady R is fishing for information.
“Who cast that pendant around your neck? Because we both know it isn’t you.”
“Then why ask?” The answer appears. “Be
