I really did hate the sound of clocks.
It reminded me of the days we spent at my grandmother’s estate. After my father became duke she could choose to remain at Learwood Castle with him and his new wife or she could move into one of the other properties owned by the family. She had chosen the latter, and taken over a decently sized mansion up north. Every room in that house had a clock in it, to show how wealthy she still was. The ticking of those clocks could be heard even outside.
Luckily for us, I wasn’t at my grandmother’s estate anymore. I don’t think she would have allowed this to happen there.
The clock in this room wasn’t to show how wealthy the coven was. We were in a study room, though this one was used more like a laboratory. The windows were blacked out, so most of the lig
