The walk from Mr. Bogli's cage to the next area of the estate felt longer and more tense for Milo. Milo's legs still felt like jelly, and his heart was still pounding.
He stayed a few paces behind Salvatore and Alben, his eyes darting around the tall grass and the thick trees. He was quickly realizing that the area was really big.
The mansion itself was already as large as a castle, but everything around it made it feel more like a village. Imagine having that place, with animals and buildings all around it, Milo didn't know what they were for.
And now, he didn't know where they were going. He just followed. Quietly. While he listened to the two men in front of him discussing something he didn't understand.
He felt so small.
They reached a section of the grounds. The air turned heavy and damp. Milo could hear water trickling softly, and he could smell rotting wood.
