6
In the twilight, the road seemed longer, the place emptier, the air colder.
“You’re very far away from the city.” Tavish looked around, his military-trained gaze sharper, now worried. Her house was lonely in that haunted nowhere, just as she now looked to be, silent and huddled in the car seat.
“We’re at the south entrance of Beardley Manor.”
“Never heard of it.”
“Really? I thought everyone knew about Baron—” she interrupted herself before mentioning the baron’s crime. It was not her style to speak ill of others, and especially not in this case. The baron’s family was at times abusive in their demands, but in all his madness, the baron himself was respectful and polite to a fault with her and the other employees.
“It doesn’t scare you to live here alone?” he asked as they walked pa
