Chapter 17

Pippa's POV

When Adrian said we were going home, he literally meant that we were going home.

Fifty kilometres outside of the town where I grew up, he pulls the car off the road and opens his door. “Get out,” he says.

I am exhausted. We drove for half a day and night, and this time I couldn’t sleep. I’m tired and cranky and not in the mood for games. “What are we doing here?” I ask

“Right over that hill is a farm,” he says. “It belongs to the church.”

“I know,” I say, “it used to be a work farm for-” I make air quotes -“incorrigible youth.”

“Yes, and they ended that program, but the farm has gone unused for years.”

“I know. Owen goes…went there once a month to help out with repairs and such.”

“The grounds haven’t been deconsecrated.”

“Yes, and?”

“It has a small chapel…a place we can hide if Caspian comes back. He won’t go inside the church.”

“It’s so strange. You go into churches all the time. Has it never occurred to them that if you can do it, they can too? Or do they think you’re sp