Roxy forced the horrific words down deep into the vault of her own soul, locking them away.
She couldn't afford to break. If she told her terrifying, highly overprotective husbands that the Architect had just touched her mind, they would immediately abandon the mission, burn the wasteland to ash, and drag her back to the Iron-Wood Manor. She needed the human diary. She needed the advantage.
So, she offered Caspian a shaky, reassuring smile, blaming the sudden flinch on a phantom pain from her pregnancy, and the heavily warded royal caravan rolled onward.
Two days later, the frozen, neutral wasteland finally gave way to a sprawling, deeply hidden valley.
As the heavy carriage wheels ground to a halt, the thick iron grate of the window slid open. Roxy looked out, her breath completely catching in her throat.
They had arrived at the Fox Kingdom.
