Chapter 493 – A House, A Home

• “What do you mean you’ve never been in a house before!?” I cry, smacking my mate on the arm.
• He grins down at me and Marigold does too. “I mean, when would I have been in a house, Ariel? I grew up in a barracks cabin with a bunch of other boys, and then moved to the city where I lived in an apartment building. From there I lived in the candidate barracks and then the castle…” he raises his chin towards the castle on the cliff as I just stare at him, slack-jawed, realizing that he’s right.
• “That’s so weird, Jackson,” I whisper, shaking my head at him.