Darcy looked a little obstinate about doing so, but removed her face from the pillows, looking at Nil with sad eyes. "Well?" she asked, trying to hide the fact that her face was wet. She felt so ashamed of herself. "What about you?"
Peregrine closed the old leather-bound book, caressing where the image of a witch riding a broomstick had been embedded in gold into the cover. She had no idea where she was. And she needed to get to the town. Peregrine could think of only one thing to do, and it made her feel surpremely idiotic. Go back and find Mono. Hopefully his friends weren't there waiting with him...


