” “That’s just a story.” “All stories are steeped in truth. Perhaps the story you’re familiar with was culled from the imagination of a ...oolishly romantic gentleman.” She leaned back, and folded her hands upon her lap, and gazed up at the clouds. “But yes. Wonderland is a place. It exists. Right over the garden wall, as a matter of fact or, more accurately, through it.” She drew my gaze, Joey’s as well, to the farthest corner of the small yard where the mortar had long ago crumbled into. He screamed as he flew past me and crashed into a wall and I blocked a fist and stepped to the side as I reached out. I grabbed another man by the throat and tossed him as he screamed.He crashed into two others and they all went down. I turned and caught a fist and let my magic surge before releasing the fist and letting the man fall. I spun and stepped as the first man pulled the pistol. I caught his hand and twisted it until the weapon was pointed at his throat as my magic swept out.I let him. Since it was November the air was bit cold and she was shivering with the cold air hitting at her. I asked is she feeling cold and she said yes. So I was wearing my blazer and removed it and told her to wear it. She took it wore it and felt happy and warm and she put her arm my waist and took her seat. I was pleased by this move. Since my house comes first I showed her my house and offered her to come in for some hot coffee. She said no as it is very late it is better that I drop her at her. Snatching it up had been an ordeal, but this was sure to prove Lorrian wrong. So long as he could make it back without collapsing under its weight.With a gasp, he forces his way through the sturdy oak door that guarded his personal quarters. The candles are still burning dimly from earlier. “There we go!” Miria sighs a breath of relief, dropping the tome on his bedside counter with a resounding thud. It wasn’t exactly elegant, but he’d pulled it off flawlessly. Nobody would suspect the book is.