“Right, sorry.” Jack thought back and seemed to be counting. After a few seconds he said, “Today is the ninth of February. The wedding is on the fourteenth.”
“So close.” I whispered.
I thought it over for several minutes, thinking hard. If Camryn did in fact allow us to borrow a couple of Pegasi it would be very easy to reach Frost Mountain. So easy it was laughable that we hadn’t thought of it sooner. As for the wedding, well if Elvira Frost was preoccupied it would be much easier to find Hawthorne. I wondered if the Creeley twins had offered Hawthorne to her as a gift. A rare creature like him had to be worth something. Perhaps Hawthorne would be returned to old Jefferson, the man who had brought me to Frost Arch. I shivered at the thought of the confrontation. I’m sure my parents wouldn’t be impressed that I had stolen from someone they know. Then again, hadn’t Jefferson said that Hawthorne was being delivered to someone in Frost Arch? Was that person still looking for him? Could it have been the Creeley brothers? I doubted it, not mere servants like them. Although I had never met these twins, Jack had told me all about them, and I had a mental vision of two smarmy, sneering men.
Over the next couple of days Jack and I devised plans to find Hawthorne. We could not risk any contact with Camryn until the actual day of the wedding in case we were caught upon the Forsythe premises. Not only was I on the families enemy list but now Jack was too for rescuing me.
Although R?ven had assured us that the guards which they had assaulted would not remember a thing of that night, Jack and I still felt that Sebastian Forsythe would assume it was Jack who had helped me. At the moment R?ven’s part in this whole ordeal remained unknown to outsiders which was lucky as she was able to go about her daily routine.
Jack and I woke up very early on the fourteen of February due to severe nerves. R?ven had taken the day off at the Messenger Service shop to accompany us on the days little adventure. It was frightening, but how hard could it be? Jack had suggested that we simply knock on the castle doors and kindly ask for our winged fox back. The idea was quite polite, yet I didn’t think the castle staff would comply. Perhaps they wouldn’t have a clue what we were talking about. R?ven had explained that the castle was very vast and was somewhat like a community of workers who all tended to Elvira Frost. I frowned and thought I should have bought Hawthorne a tagged collar or something similar, though the idea seemed slightly demeaning for a creature of his intelligence.