Chapter 390. Came up Short

It’s quiet here. The golden walls and spirling columns soak up the sun as I walk steadily toward my dad’s office. Beyond giant ceiling-height windows, the sparkling city of Moonrise, the capital of Eastonia, spreads out in a sea of cream and gold until it touches the banks of a lake the color of polished turquoise. 

On the opposite shore, at the base of a towering network of mountains, sits Old Moonrise–the original witch coven native to the Roguelands. Once, twenty or so years ago, there used to be a palace built of crystal sitting on a ridge overlooking the old village and the lake. 

Until, well, my mother destroyed it. 

I smile softly at the thought of my mom and pick up my pace, my sandals clacking against the white marble tiles. 

I turn a sharp corner, nodding hello to a trio of maids who pass me, and slip into my dad’s office like a shadow. 

He looks up from the massive mahogany desk in the center of the room, his dar