Epilogue
Bakar House came equipped with one turret, a narrow tower with a domed roof attached to the building’s south-west corner. Konrad had always thought it a purposeless absurdity, situated as it was four storeys up, and it was too small to house most of the amenities one might prefer.
Tasha disagreed.
‘It’s perfect,’ she insisted, holding open the turret’s white-painted door as though she might, at any moment, slam it in Konrad’s face.
‘But it’s far out of the way of the rest of the house,’ Konrad pleaded, stalled on the threshold of said turret as he’d attempted to lure Tasha out of it. ‘Even the servants aren’t so isolated.’
‘I like the height. I’m used to attics, and this is way better.’
‘And there’s no room for anything, you’re lucky you even have a fire in here—’
Tasha lau
