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At Caius’ reply, the baron smiled and gestured to the stairs. “Then might I suggest you see if your rooms are to your liking. In the meantime, I might have my cook make us up some supper. It won’t be quite as good as in my days when the meat was shot by myself, but the local huntsmen are adequate at bagging game.”
I looked up at the top of the stairs with its long balcony that disappeared into both wings. “Do we have a map for that?”
“Fenla will show you,” the baron offered as he gestured to the hallway that led to the back of the home.
Fenla stood in the shadows, but stepped out at his beckoning. Her expressionless eyes seemed to fix on me for a moment, and I felt a cold chill run down my spine. She turned her gaze away and gestured to the stairs before proceeding up them.
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