As were the other two women that sat there on the large sofas. Andi knew that they were related, each of them looking just enough like the other to see that they were. She nodded to both of them and tried to ignore the fact that something was feeling quite off. Mel said she’d return shortly, she was needed elsewhere. “You’ll feel that for a while, I’m afraid. I still do sometimes,” the woman on the couch said with a gentle smile. “Why don’t you come here and sit with me? Shamus, do stop pacing. It will all work out in the end.” “I’d like for you to call me a cab, please. I simply want to leave here and go. I’ve plans, and staying here is mucking them up.” She looked at the other woman when she laughed. “Darling, no cab will come for you here. This place isn’t in the human world where you were. You’re in the Castle of Molavonta. Have you heard of it?” “No.” She felt dizzy again and reached for the couch. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been doing this for a few hours now.”
