Chapter 404. Princess in a Shed

Cleo, the wife, mother, and matriarch of the property where Evander and I fell through the sky into their chicken coop, sets a huge clay platter on the kitchen table–an old, gnarled table graying with age and wear–and smiles brightly as she lifts the lid. Fragrant steam wafts into the air as roast chicken and an assortment of vegetables come into view. 

I’m starving and still riding a high from jumping for the first time. I honestly can’t believe I did it. 

But now we’re in Eastonia, and we’re so far away from the Roguelands that neither of us can mind-link with our families back home. 

So, we’re stuck. For the meantime, at least. I don’t mind in the slightest. 

We’ve been here for several hours. Cleo immediately took me inside their cozy home and found me a change of clothes–her youngest son’s shirt and pants that are so long I had to cuff the sleeves and roll up the pants by several inches–but I’m warm, and my body isn’t as broken a