Chapter 28

Fox created his domain for comfort, because he was still on edge. He rarely indulged in a domain that looked like anywhere near his home, but he felt that after all this, Joanne and the others wouldn’t mind. Maybe they wouldn’t even realize that was what it was.

“This is quaint,” Joanne said, looking around.

They were sitting on an outdoor patio across from a country-style inn. The tiny road that ran between them was barely large enough to fit one vehicle, and it disappeared down a lane, with a little stone wall on one side and a screen of small trees on the other. They overlooked a shallow brook, bright blue and cheery in the summer sun, babbling along. He saw a swan’s nest on the other side, and a stone bridge crossing behind it.

“This is where I grew up,” Fox confided, looking fondly at the inn.

“Where is it?”

He almost didn’t tell her. Joanne couldn’t be a spy, not after all that had happened. Yet he couldn’t be a hundred percent sure, and hesitated.