Chapter 8
To Clara, Montelino Bay seemed like a name out of a suspense story where in the end the maid tried to kill the new wife. That was an old black and white movie plot and one of the few books she had a hard time reading. As they approached the house, serious fog from the sea made it impossible to see anything.
The stone path and black gates seemed covered by gray clouds.
Until they came close enough and she saw the gray-stoned castle walls--it was medieval and made her think of a lair where dragons might land in a fantasy novel.
If she was going to visually paint a house where murder had happened, she couldn't have found one more suitable.
Had his father gone mad because of lack of electricity?
The windows were all dark like no one was there.
Beside her Astorre was quiet, unu
