Chapters (63)
- Dedication
- Map
- A Note to the Reader
- PART ONE
- The Keeper
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- PART TWO
- The Keeper
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- PART THREE
- The Keeper
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- PART FOUR
- The Keeper
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-one
- PART FIVE
- The Keeper
- Chapter Forty-two
- Chapter Forty-three
- Chapter Forty-four
- Chapter Forty-five
- Cast of Characters
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
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Lovisa left the table too, then slipped out of the room. She didn’t want to be part of the questions and explanations, and she needed to think. In the corridor, she saw a table on which were staged plates of pastries and went to it, thinking to steal some for the boys. But then she saw the guard at the foot of the staircase in the foyer and stopped in her tracks.
It was the sister of the guard she’d done those things with. Cold and grim, the young woman stared at Lovisa with an expression that conveyed all the contempt Lovisa had no doubt she felt. She looked like her brother too. She was beautiful, tall, straight-shouldered, like Nev, like everything Lovisa wasn’t.
Cowed, Lovisa turned and slipped into her father’s library.
Chapter Sixteen
The fox who was bonded to Ferla Cavenda was having a very stressful evening, and it was the fault of four of his seven siblings. Because they came to the party, uninvited! They squeezed through the secret crack in the cellar foundations he wished he’d never told them about! He sensed their arrival during dinner. One of the other visiting foxes, who was bonded to a little man named Gorga Balava, sensed them too, and was absolutely incredulous.
I’ll handle it, Ferla’s fox told Gorga’s fox. Then he ran downstairs to confront them.
What are you doing here? he yelled at them while they fell all over one another, popping through the opening. It was Rascal, Rumpus, Lark, and Pickle. You’re risking the secrets of foxkind! The house is full of people who think foxes do what they’re told!
We ARE doing what we were told! they said. Our person told us to come!
Oh, he said, startled by this. But, why?
To be on hand in case she needs us for anything! they said. She’s so fun! We’ll split up. We’ll spread out. Anyone who sees us will think we’re you, or one of the invited foxes. Calm down, Ad!
“Ad” was short for “Adventure,” because his siblings, even if they never did what he said, at least acknowledged who he was. Their use of his chosen name placated him slightly, until they began to disperse in every direction.
Wait! he cried. Don’t move anything! Don’t use my tools! Don’t go into my heat ducts! Someone will see or hear you, and I’ll never be able to explain about the heat ducts! It’s one thing to obediently crash a party and another to reveal that foxes aren’t always honest! That I’M not honest! That I’m a builder and a spy in my own house!
It’s not our fault that you’ve taken your dishonesty to such extremes, Ad, they said. YOU’RE the one who’s risking the secrets of foxkind, by lying to your human TOO MUCH!