A Monster's Paradise (Away From Whipplethorn Book Three) by A.W. Hartoin

Author:A.W. Hartoin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dragons, fairy, fairytale, fairytale ebooks, dragon adventure, dragon book, fairy creatures, fairytale adventure, fairy adventure
Publisher: A.W. Hartoin

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

NOTHING IS EASY. I should know that by now. The apartment was huge. It was a royal apartment, but, seriously, Napoleon III had a palace inside the palace. I couldn’t imagine any human actually living there. It almost seemed like it was designed to be a museum, not a place to really live in.

So far Dad and I had gone through the royal bedroom, some antechamber/halls, two dining rooms, and had finally ended up in the living room, if you could really call it that. Each chandelier was bigger than Tess’s bathroom and had so many red upholstered chairs in it, I began to wonder how big Napoleon’s family was. I’d never seen so much gilt, red velvet, vases, and potted palms in my whole life. It was all beautiful, but somehow oppressive and demanding. As if the weight of being king lay in his very rooms. If that was what it felt like to be royalty, I’d pass.

The one thing we didn’t find was fairies. Not a single one, winged or unwinged. Dad and I both thought there would be guards, servants, somebody bustling around to serve the king and his family. Instead the rooms contained only humans and not many of those.

A bead of sweat ran down my side. I didn’t like it. Where was everyone? I supposed Camille could be wrong and the king didn’t live here. He seemed to think it was a secret, but how could a king govern when no one could find him? It didn’t make sense, but it was the only lead we had.

We hovered over a grand piano and I wished I’d thought to take my drinking flask out of the bag. I really could’ve used a dose of Lucrece’s tea. My leg ached and had swollen up so much that the boot had gotten very tight and uncomfortable.

“Are you alright?” asked Dad.

“Fine. This search sucks.”

“Definitely less successful than I would’ve hoped.”

“Only one room left. If they’re not in the throne room, we’ll have to start from scratch.” I started for the door, but found Dad wasn’t beside me. He stayed over the piano with a creased forehead.

“What?” I asked, flying back.

“Did you mean what you said about Penrose? Is it really days that she has left?” he asked.

“Unless Marie gets ahold of Lucien and he has something up his sleeve.”

Dad put his hand over his mouth and I thought he would start crying.

“Dad, it’s not over. I’ll never stop fighting for her.”

That’s when Dad’s eyes filled. “I know you won’t. You never stop trying. You never have, even when you were little.”

“Then don’t look so sad. We can do it.”

“If you had enough time, I absolutely know you would find a way, but you have to realize that this time…this time it might not work out. I want you to be prepared.”

“It hasn’t worked out before and I handled it okay.”

“You mean your leg. I’m sorry about that. I wish I could fix it.”

“You and Mom think it’s all about the leg.

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