chapter 70

It’s surreal to be back in London. Though I’ve only been gone a few months, it seems like a totally foreign place to me, despite having been my home for five years.

Of course, the area we’re in isn’t exactly where I used to hang out. I hadn’t exactly been working with 18th-century-palace money.

“Is it this deserted down here all the time?” I ask as we turn down a practically empty street.

Nathan looks up from his phone, which has been pinging like crazy ever since we landed. “Hmm?”

“The area… seems kinda… dead.” Which is fitting because the buildings we pass look like mausoleums.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never been to the royal residence. I know it’s fairly close to the human royal residence, though,” he says. “Where did you stay, while you were here?”

“Not anywhere you’d be familiar with.” I leave it at that, because we pull up to the curb of a not super impressive-looking house. In fact, it’s a bit dingy, compared to the other facades on the street, but it’s nearly four times as wide as