Stolen Compass (The Painter Mage book 4)
“The sky was gray and overcast, fitting the mood I was in. There hadn’t been much time for sleep. We’d gotten back to the house after midnight, and by the time I fell asleep on the mattress lying on the floor of the bedroom, Devan tucked under my arm, there had only been a few hours remaining before morning. The lack of curtains let the morning sunlight—what there was of it—stream through, and I rolled away from its glare. Devan was already up.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. This was her f...ather we were dealing with this time, and with his promise to share what he knew of my father, I hadn’t expected Devan to do anything other than try her hardest to help me figure out what the Trelking might know. I imagined her working in the shop, making more of her tiny figurines that she used to create the Devan army, or maybe refilling my charms and making a few new ones.
Instead, I found her sitting in the kitchen on one of the old chairs.MoreLess
I shouldn’t have been surprised. This was her f...ather we were dealing with this time, and with his promise to share what he knew of my father, I hadn’t expected Devan to do anything other than try her hardest to help me figure out what the Trelking might know. I imagined her working in the shop, making more of her tiny figurines that she used to create the Devan army, or maybe refilling my charms and making a few new ones.
Instead, I found her sitting in the kitchen on one of the old chairs.MoreLess
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