“SO, WAIT,” Sawyer said from his place. He was sitting on the windowsill, overlooking the rest of the woods as we—Flint and I—sat on the chairs near the balcony window. He appeared to be thoughtful. Mulling over my explanation. With Rita taking care of the triplets, I had no other worry besides the man currently laying on his death at the bottom of this black palace. “You’re saying we should go look for the guy who used to work for Knox?”
Pressing my lips together, I nodded. It was clear that Sawyer probably thought I was insane. And he only proved me right when he exclaimed, “You’re insane. Pardon me, Lady Marigold. But this is absurd.”
“You don’t understand,” I countered. “This man is the best. He’s the best of them all. He could heal everything, and if there is something that we can d
