Twenty-two:
Antero Dukas
There was little I could do when Zale got into one of his moods. I had seen this before. He was going out to the club, and he was going to do something ridiculous. That was his usual way. I was in the car waiting for him to come out of the palace when I saw something strange. It was Sirena, still in her pink pajama’s, coming down the stairs to the castles main drive.
“Where is he?” Sirena asked. “I thought that I could find him out here.”
“He’s getting ready to go out. You shouldn’t be up. You should be in bed, resting,” I told her, “you didn’t want to talk to him, remember?”
She shook her head. “I….I shouldn’t have done that.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Because you believe you shouldn’t have done that or because your brother t
