Ty’s arms tightened around Ella. He could feel her shivering in his arms despite the warm interior of the house. He cut through the large kitchen, murmuring a swift hello to the cook before he turned to the left and down a long corridor. He tried to see his home through Ella’s eyes.
The rich, dark wood paneling rose halfway up the walls before ending in a soft white, textured plaster. Paintings, many of them collectors’ items from around the world hung in ornate frames. Each painting was illuminated by a special lamp to enhance the images without damaging the paintings or canvases. He grimaced when he saw several depicted scenes of shifters attacking human villages. He would need to remove those before…
“I want to go home,” Ella whispered, staring at one painting.
Ty’s gaze followed Ell
