Claudius. The monster who'd kidnapped Katelina, attacked her, tried to kill her.
And this was his house?
Jorick laid a reassuring hand on her arm. "Yes, but you don't need to worry, little one. He's dead. You saw it yourself." He came to a stop in the middle of the room and gave her a reassuring smile. "This was his 'Summer Home', or his retreat. Whenever he got bored he'd come here, sometimes only for days and sometimes for years at a time. He usually brought most of his coven and a host of friends."
Jorick shone the light around the cavernous entrance hall. Katelina did the same. The beams bounced off of polished marble floors and huge crystal chandeliers. Formidable white columns rose to the ridiculously high ceiling, their bases flanked in gold. A matching pair of curving staircases
