Chapter 3
SolenneBoxon Village
A Street
Solenne turned at the deep voice, familiar with its owner. “Good morning, Colonel Chambers.”
“Always a delight.” Colonel Chambers stood with a younger man with a thin, pinched face. The young man gave her a bored once-over. “Permit me to present my nephew, Mr. Parkell. How is your father?”
Chambers leaned on his cane, and a gloved hand touched the tip of his hat. A leg injury forced him out of the military and into the occupation of the gentleman farmer. He was pleasant enough, Solenne thought, if a bit pompous. He had renamed his house Vervain, after all. Vervain, as in the legendary sword, said to slay werewolf and vampires in a single blow.
Honestly.
Chambers seemed to hold her in high regard, though Solenne could not imagine why. She had o
