She started back to Pylon, meaning to return to the house and take care of the apology she reckoned she must make. The chamber was like the nave of a cathedral, soaring to impenetrable heights of greenish-black. She crept to Pylon’s side and looked up at Susan with luminous, liquid eyes. They had heard.
As she did, Susan quickly began to dress. “Ye like it, don’t ye?” Jonas asked, putting on a hick Hambry accent. No more Castles. And wasn’t that what they were? Blaine’s playmates? The thought was somehow worse than the image she’d had of trying the escape hatch and having her head torn off.
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