Chapter 11
WE FINISHED BREAKFAST and stood up from the couches I was beginning to love. I spent too much time in my father’s office nowadays.
“So, why aren’t we going to the Fae Realm where Abigail and Horlow live?” I asked Tavlor as he handed me a dark cloak, similar to the one he wore.
I reached out to grab it, and my fingers touched the thick fur. I slung it over my shoulders, the weight settling on me like a huge hug.
“Wow, this is heavy. And so warm!” I furrowed my brow. “Are we going somewhere cold?” Before he could answer, I looked down at the sleeves of the coat. “What is this made out of? It’s soft, too.”
Tavlor nodded, his face strangely sad. “Yes.” He reached out as if he was going to touch me, thought better of it, and dropped his hand back to his side. “It’s lined with a
