My eyes widened when he gave me a once over.
“You, too. What makes you so special?” He spat toward my feet, then lumbered along, leaving me to wonder yet again why I had been chosen for this role and if Astaroth would turn me into a goblin, too, if I didn’t comply.
I hurried to catch up with Jessandra as she turned at the next street, intending to ask her, and noticed there were no signs telling us where we were.
“Are there an equal number of streets between the castle and the start of the labyrinth on all sides?” I asked, forgetting my previous thoughts and peering between the buildings for a glimpse of the magical walls.
“They all differ.”
“How do you tell someone where to go?”
“Directions.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You asked. I answered. If you want a different response, ask a different question.”
This would get annoying until I got the hang of it. “Where is the market located?”
“On the east side of the castle running the length of the middle circle.”
My brows popped up. They used cardinal directions just like humans did. Which meant the castle faced west. What was in the west that made them build the castle facing that direction?
