Twenty four
We’re in a legitimate castle. Like an old timey- made of brick and marble interior- castle.
“What the f**k” I breathe.
“How the f**k did he get you all the way to Scotland?” Grams says.
“How the f**k do you know this is Scotland?” I retort.
“I’m the oldest and most powerful witch in existence, Artemis. I know.”
Makes sense. Clotho starts walking down a hallway and down several sets of stairs, and he rest of us follow. After several minutes we emerge in a grand lounge with couches draped all over it and a grand piano in the corner. The lounge is full of people, presumably those working with Shane. Shane stands in front of the piano with a cigar in his hand. As soon as he sees us, he pales.
“Oh, s**t” He whispers.
“Yeah, oh shit.” I snap at him. “Did you really thin
