With the storm at its full strength, the manor is dark and gloomy, the lanterns fighting away the shadows. The blow of the wind whistles through the quiet corridors, chilling the air and making me shiver slightly.
Grim, somber from our earlier conversation, guides me through the hall with a hand at my lower back. He keeps me close while we pass through countless relics and other trophies of war. All of them looked dirty and ancient, and I swear some had blood on them.
I underestimated just how… long Grim has been alive. And I shouldn’t be surprised if he did have a past within his own home.
Girls included.
How many of them have walked through these halls with him? With Grim no doubt holding them just like this?
Close. Warm.
Annoying.
“Lily, stop, I did not bring any women here.” He
