Chapter 7
The topmost spires of the mansion rose up through the trees, giving it the illusion of a cathedral nestled in the woods. This place, however, was no house of God. Nor was it a traditional castle, having no fortifications save the occupants themselves. Local rumors and superstitions had run rampant over the centuries, most of them well-founded. Evan honestly had no intention of combatting the stories claiming that he—the sole sorcerer of this place—conjured demons from the pits of Hell. Such tales kept excessive curiosity at bay.
Will descended behind Evan, landing on the soft grass in front of the house. Rain began falling once more. Evan hugged the unconscious man to his chest, shielding him from the chilling rain. On the bottom floor of the three-story mansion, a single windo
