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Chapter 118: The Isles in Ruins

Maeve

Keaton was standing with his arms crossed, peering up at the ceiling of the sprawling foyer of the castle of Poldesse. The ceiling was gone, however, having crumbled away long ago. Vines had taken over the entire area, and the walls were covered in graffiti. I thought it rather artistic, especially the more colorful graffiti with even more colorful language.

Troy, however, was deeply stressed.

“Your dad did this on purpose. He’s testing us-” he huffed, kicking pieces of fallen sheetrock as we walked through the remains of the castle.

“What? Was he the one who ripped this place apart?” I said as I ran my fingers along the banister of the wide marble staircase as we started up the stairs.

“No, but he knew how much work was needed when he sent us here-”

“It was a hurricane, roughly fifteen years ago now. Tore the roof right off the castle, just like that,” Keaton interjected, snapping his fingers.

“Good Goddess, a hurricane did this?” | gasped, looking around at the destruction.

“It wasn’t nearly that bad. Negligence is the cause of this,” Troy said curtly, grabbing me by the elbow as he led me over a mass of vines that snaked down a wide, shadowed hallway.

“This is insane,” I breathed as the three of us continued our inspection of the castle. It was a huge building, at least twice the size of the castle Drogomor, but in such a state I thought it unlikely we’d be able to live in it any time soon, if at all. Some rooms were definitely livable and had been used in at least the last year or so, but I wasn’t sure I wanted the boys there when part of it was in this state of disrepair.

“Did Damian live here?” | asked as we walked through a huge bedroom with glass still in the windows and the wood floors still intact.

“Yeah, he did. Once he left the house Soren used to live in when he was in charge here, apparently, or so I’m told. The northern wing of the castle is in good shape, from what I can tell. But there’s no running water or electricity=” Troy began, testing a light switch along the wall. Keaton pursed his lips, his arms still crossed over his chest as he looked out the window to the sea below.

“I say raze the place and start over. It’s falling into the sea.”

| “I think it’s our only option,” Troy agreed, but I could tell it wasn’t what he wanted to do. He was troubled by the notion

of tearing the castle down, but it went further than us needing a place to live.

“What if we didn’t? What if we mended it?” | asked, looking from Keaton to Troy.

Keaton laughed, but Troy looked at me, his eyes boring into mine.

“It could take us years-”

“This castle has been here for hundreds of years. It’s a landmark, surely. We can’t just tear it down and build some thing new. I know that’s not what you want.”

Troy’s mouth twitched at the corner, fighting back a smile.

was one problem, however. A problem Lynus

clearing his throat. “Well,

t-”

not going to ask you to sell your earrings to help us rebuild the castle, don’t worry,” Troy teased, sitting down on the edge of the bed. A puff of dust came up off the bare mat

contents having gone ran cid long ago. I wondered who this room had belonged to, but then thought better

gone too, likely plundered away by his cronies in his absence.

If he had taken a moment to inspect the content of those vases, like you said, he would’ve found enough gold to repair the whole of the Isles-” | tapered off as the energy in the

Maeve,” Keaton said with alacrity, leaning against the wall near the windows. “We know the way, I have that

turning my attention to Troy, who only shrugged. “I-I have an inheritance, I’m sure. We could

dad”

said sternly, shaking his head. “This

I started, my cheeks color ing as panic prickled

not. You need to stay here and be Luna. And be with the boys. Keaton and I

to Keaton, who arched a brow

was your idea, princess,”

“It wasn’t an idea-”

our only option, unless Romero’s fortune falls out of the walls on our way out of here. Do you want to live on the Persephone for the rest of our lives, or do you want a home to live in, with a

hands on my hips, “is who is going to buy the artifacts

that’s simple,” Keaton replied, a broad grin

“Tempest? The High Priestess?”

his mouth. “The Church wanted the artifacts to begin with, that’s how Tasia and Carl got Grace to betray your father. Tempest will buy them from us,

look of glee in their eyes. This

was ready for our

the only

of the decrepit castle, and resigned myself to the

glaring at both

the young princes to live while we’re gone.” Keaton turned to the door,

exactly is that going to be? I asked, following Troy and Keaton out of the room. Troy looked over his shoul der at

explain everything over lunch,” he said, and we left

palm trees atop a large bluff, which gave the neighbor hood its name, giving

wide, sand colored street in ages, was cracked and split from rich green grasses growing between the splinters in the pavement. It was,

the mansions

wealthy elite of the Isles, many of whom had pledged loyalty to Romero at one point in time. But those who were loyal to Romero were very old now, judging by the looks of the man standing at the edge of his property, watching the crew of the Persephone carry our things into our

fashion.

my eyes back at him, sizing him up. A man roughly my father’s age came bounding out of their

Tin

gate to their