“I know you’re only holding my hand to piss off Kenton,” I whisper to Milo as he, Archie, and I follow Kenton Crowley toward the Castle of Light. I try to focus only on his hand as we walk, and not on the dozens upon dozens of magical creatures staring at us as we make our way through their city.
Alexandria is nothing like Portia; its giant, ornate buildings, rolling hills and valleys, and busy sidewalks are closer to Los Angeles than Portia. But it’s far more magical than Los Angeles could ever hope to be.
“You think you know that,” Milo whispers back to me as he gives my hand another squeeze.
I wonder what he means by that. Is he holding my hand because of last night? Is he holding my hand because he cares about me and thinks I need the support?
If so, he’s right.
“Kenton’s a pretty
