Without hesitation, Whisper dives for his fallen dagger. His hand clasps around the hilt just as a blur of blue fur bursts from the castle door and flattens Gaspard to the ground. As Rumi snarls her ire, Julien and Fisk emerge from the garden gate behind her. Fisk’s eyes are focused on the floating phylactery overhead. “I think I can answer that,” Julien tells Gaspard. Then he turns his grin to Whisper. “Did you actually believe I was going to hide in my room while you had all the fun?”
