She
hoped he’d assume that she was having a teenage tantrum and wouldn’t
try to get past the barriar for a while. She opened the window and
jumped out, the mansion was on a hill so the ground below was a good
fifty or more feet down but one of the first things Fletcher had taught
Fern was how to drift in the air, so she fluttered like a feather
before landing on her back in a cool cluster of ferns and flowers
below.
