CHAPTER THIRTY
LOUISA ENDLESS
When we went down to the kitchen, Ben started to rummage around, looking for something to make.
“How do you feel about pasta?” he asked.
“Pasta’s good,” I answered.
“Excellent,” he said, clapping his hands together. “If I were a pot, where would I be?”
“Useless for a man that’s going to be turned to stone,” a cold voice said.
I froze, and slowly lifted my head to see Oberon standing there in the kitchen.
Ben turned, and his eyes widened. “Holy s**t! He’s real.”
“After everything that’s happened, did you honestly think that he wasn’t?” I asked.
Ben shrugged. “I don’t know, but I kind of hoped. I never actually saw him when he kidnapped me. I saw him in my head though.”
Oberon chuckled. “Oh, and what a fun head it has been to play with. Bu
