“What?” Ophelia asked, looking between us. “What’s going on? Where’s Astrid?” “Bathing. In my apartment. Our apartment. Where Astrid lives now.” I looked at Allerick, hoping he wasn’t going to contradict my assertion. “Yes!” Ophelia shrieked, jumping to her feet with a clap. “It’s happening! Can I go see her? Has she eaten yet? I’ll bring her food—she’s probably eaten a pickle and called it breakfast.”
