Antoinette kight sarcy book

Previously

…Beside her, an unlikely accomplice, a gnome with a penchant for dramatic sighs and a surprisingly strong grip on a miniature grappling hook, gave a curt nod. Bartholomew, as he’d introduced himself with a flourish that suggested he’d practiced it in a mirror, was Antoinette’s Mother’s latest “knitting project,” a fact that still made Antoinette’s brain perform a series of elaborate somersaults. “Are you quite sure about this, Bartholomew?” Antoinette whispered, her voice a reedy squeak that did nothing to inspire confidence. “My mother said you were… a guardian