Page 167 of The Wolf Prince

I whirl around.

“You said it wasn't a castle!”

“I said it was a residence.”

“You lying liar who lies.”

“I never lied.”

“You weaponized vocabulary!”

His lips twitch. I turn back.

Holy Goddess.

It's beautiful.

Old stone covered in creeping ivy. Tall windows gleaming in the afternoon sun. Smoke curls from several chimneys.

The grounds stretch around it, surrounded by woods.

Castor's Corner woods.

I recognize them. Which raises a very important question.

“This wasn't here.”

“No.”

“Last month?”

“No.”

“Last week?”

“No.”

I slowly turn toward him.

“Grimm Palermo.”

He looks entirely too pleased with himself.

“What did you do?”

“I moved it.”

I wait.

That's it.

That's his answer.

“You moved it.”

“Yes.”

“The castle.”