Mo stilled at the sight of the Elizabethan-style manor. She would guess it was built in the early 1910s. They didn't make houses like that anymore. It looked like it still had most of its original façade which took a lot of money to maintain.
“Where are we exactly?" she asked.
Blaze wrapped an arm around her and led her inside the house. “It's called Stonehearth. My great-grandfather bought it back in the fifties."
Mo's jaw dropped. She exclaimed, “This is your house?"
Blaze grimaced. “I barely grew up here. I spent most of my childhood in boarding schools."
She ignored his play at humility. “Your family owns this place."
Mo looked around the foyer and took note of the French aristocrat decor complete with a crystal chandelier. She stared at him in disbelief and questioned, “Who are
