CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
BRADLEY ENDLESS
We were back in Dale.
Back in the garden, by the gateway. There was a change in the air, something sharp, something dark, something bitter. Adelaide came in behind me, holding my hand. I squeezed her hand in mine.
“You okay?” I looked over at her.
Her face was surprisingly neutral, which concerned me a little. I expected there to be some kind of freak out, but so far, Adelaide had been strangely calm. I think some part of her had always known that there was something different about Dale, something different about her, about us. It made me happy, but it also made me world. After all I had just introduced her to a notorious pirate.
A notorious pirate who had demanded that we retrieve a human hand for him. Not to mention, I’d taken her to two
