When Caspian found me again, I was outside in a small courtyard enjoying the warm weather.
“I thought I’d find you here.”
I didn’t turn around, instead focusing on the crunch under my feet and the smell in the air.
“I was hoping we could talk.”
“Did you know I haven’t seen grass in years?” I knelt to scratch at a spot on my left heel where a jagged blade of the stuff had scraped me. “Not since I was a kid. I’ve never understood why absolutely everything needs to be covered in concrete.”
“Me either.”
“Where are we exactly?” I pushed up and turned to face him. “It’s got to be seventy-five degrees, even in the shade. At home it’s been snowing for months.”
“The Southern Realm.”
“And you live here?” I waved to the stone behemoth behind him. “This place?”
“Since I was very young.”
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