It’s extremely different. The sun was out then, and I jumped in by choice. I wasn’t attacked by spring-loaded waterspouts.
Waterspouts? Really, Damas. I had no idea you were so melodramatic.
Rivulets of water are assailing my ear canals.
Diavan stopped beside me in front of the broken door of the carriage house. “I don’t see a doorbell.”
“I think this thing predates electricity.”
Now that we were closer, I could tell the vampire was down below somewhere. But I assumed he could come up quickly if he wished.
I left the noisy Fezzik in its holster and drew Nightshade. When I stepped inside, an ancient floorboard creaked underfoot. So much for silence.
Piles of junk rose everywhere, enough to bring every garage-sale shopper and picker in droves, and the scents of dampness and moldy stra
