Book 19: Nothing Left to Do

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. 

“Alex should see this place,” she muses, crouching to examine hooks meant to hang cauldrons over the fire. “He all but confirmed civilizations this old in Lunaria before we left. He’d have a field day here.”