Lila POV
We walk down a staircase away from the portal. I glance up to see the Eiffel Tower in the distance, stretching above the buildings surrounding us. Paris? Wow. Okay, this is pretty cool. We’re in some sort of massive pathway for both cars and humans to walk across, in front of a building which is labelled as a hotel in big glowing letters across the front. I turn back only to see stairs leading to nothing but a concrete wall, and the humans around us don’t even glance its way.
They don’t see it. That’s amazing.
There’s an enormous courtyard with a waterfall right behind the stairs, and this place—the shape of the buildings, the balconies and everything—reminds me of Hell, especially the prince’s realm.
“Do you think the Foster stole their style from Hell?” I have a question.
