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We hurried along the road and soon arrived at the baron’s manor, but Caius stopped us short of the gate. He tucked the delicate book in his coat and looked around. “I think we should not tell the good baron about this discovery.”
I nodded. “I agree.”
He looked at me with an arched eyebrow. “You’re sure?”
I looked at the manor and furrowed my brow. “I wish I could explain why I don’t trust him, but there’s something dark in that place, and I don’t think it’s because of all the stuffed animals.”
“Is that your womanly intuition or your sight telling you that?” he teased.
I grinned up at him. “Definitely both, now let’s go get that translator and get you that cure.”
We were allowed through the gate and walked up to the door. Fen answered our knock and the baron himself sat in
