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“My residence.”

“Castle.”

“Residence.”

“Grimm.”

“Castle,” he concedes.

Ha!

Victory.

Then my brain catches up.

“From where?”

“The Palermo estate has been in upstate New York since my family came to America.”

“And you moved the entire thing to New Jersey?”

“Castor's Corner specifically.”

“With what? A really ambitious moving company?”

“Magic.”

Of course. I turn in a slow circle.

I don't even want to imagine the spellwork required to relocate an entire castle.

Actually, I do.

I'm an Alchemy professor. I desperately want to imagine it.

There are probably translocation matrices involved. Dimensional anchors. Land-binding spells.

Possibly—

Wait.

“Why?”

My excitement fades as I look at him. Grimm's expression softens.

“For you.”

Two words.

That's all.

And suddenly I forget all about magical translocation matrices.

“What?”

He steps closer.

“The Palermo estate has been my family's home for generations. When we came to America, we brought as much of the old estate with us as magic allowed.”