I make my way through the packhouse heading in the direction of the dining hall. Most of the party setup is still there, the staff not having had time to clear it. But they have managed to pack up the table centrepieces and the fairy lights, so now the dining hall just looks like a fancy restaurant.
I’m flipping through the mail when a shrill voice makes its way into my eardrums, and I immediately cringe at the sound. Sometimes I think that, if I ever need to interrogate someone who invades our lands, I should just have them sit in a room with Jane for a while. That would make them spill their secrets, for sure.
“Of course, her animai would reject her,” she laughs, or at least I think it’s a laugh – either that or someone is strangling a dolphin. “No man wants a woman who thinks she’s
