*Lena*
The inn in Crimson Creek wasn't what I was expecting based on the exterior of the four-story stone building. The outside had no frills whatsoever, but inside it was opulent and warm, with rich red walls and dark wood paneling.
It was midday, and bright sunlight was filtering through the window of the room with the two beds Xander booked for us for our last night in Crimson Creek. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the nicely decorated room before sitting up in the bed and letting the thick, red velvet covers fall around my waist. Xander wasn't here, but I could tell he'd at least slept for a few hours based on the tangle of sheets on the bed across the room.
Bethany had driven us into the village earlier in the morning, only a few hours after our gruesome discovery the night bef
