Dahlia
"You should have a bath, mate. You smell like shit." Theo said behind the slightly cracked door.
I paused, balancing two bowls of stew and two tall glasses of ale on a board, taking the chance to peer through. The room was covered with dust and cobwebs, as if it hadn't been occupied in months. There was a nightstand and a bed on the far side of the room with some torn sheets, the fireplace between the bed and the door. I saw one small door, a washroom, if I had to guess.
"In a minute," Hunter sighed. He was sitting on a worn-looking queen-sized bed, his back against the headboard.
"I'll start a fire." Theo said, his steps groaning as he moved along the wooden floorboards towards the brick fireplace. "She must be pretty special to have you coming all the way out here."
Hunter
