Chapter 31

"I don't know what you're talking about." Seriously? He said he didn't know? Jareth's anger flared like dry grass catching fire. His usually sharp and handsome features twitched uncontrollably, and his narrowed eyes flashed dangerously-that look always came right before he lost it. Three years. He'd waited three whole years for this moment. And yet, the man didn't even look the least bit guilty. "Still playing dumb? Fine! I'll-" He was just about to spill everything when a desperate voice rang out not far away. "Dad!" White-knuckled on the steering wheel, Celestia had floored it all the way and got to Jareth's villa in just 45 minutes. She barely had time to catch her breath. The second she pushed open the car door, she bolted straight inside. She had only suspected something was wrong before-but now, seeing Henry sitting across from Jareth with a grim expression, a wave of dread hit her like ice water. Her face, which hadn't looked good to begin with, turned even paler under the weigh