Davina's POV

“I know it’s a lot. It’s hard to remember that not everyone grows up with—”

“Fairytale castles on every coast?” I asked.

It was hard not to gawk. The gardens at the safe house were an endless labyrinth of lush hedges and ancient trees. Around one corner sat a water-lined grotto; around another, a grid of statues watched over the night.

Elena laughed. It was funny how much her face changed when she smiled. Mostly, it made me realize how little she did it.

“Right. ...