The safe house was small and looked deserted from the outside. Peeling white paint decorated the siding and a few shingles had fallen off the roof into the tall shrubs that surrounded the porch.
“Home sweet home,” Ghost chirped sarcastically as we walked through the front door.
The inside of the home was about as pretty as the exterior outside of the fact that it was clean and smelled nice.
It smelled like him…
Lucia whimpered in my head as the scent of Ghost alone flooded our senses. Typically, the air was polluted with a mixture of scents, but here, it was just him… and it felt dangerous.
A single loveseat sat in the center of the room as well as a small coffee table. The walls were bare of any décor, and the greyish toned paint was peeling in here too.
Dark curtains covered th
