Chapter 1210 Dark Arts

• Naomi
• Skye runs her fingers over the grooves and notches along the hearth in Fraser’s kitchen. Her inspection of every room we visit in this place is thorough to a scientific extent, but I guess that’s the risk I took when I told her the truth–or when she stole the truth from me.
• It’s morning. I’ve yet to see a clock here, and our phones are painfully useless this far from modern society. It’s like we’ve dropped through time and are now firmly seated in a place that no longer exists, a place we can’t call Eastonia or Crescent Falls. This castle tucked in the middle of a mountain predates everything.