Fenn followed his brother up the grand staircase, pausing to get a good look at the massive portrait. It was eerie to see their two little faces watching them. Faces from the past, before the time of darkness and despair.
“You’ll be staying here, by the way. Mom and Dad live a half-mile away.”
Fenn halted in his tracks. “They don’t live here anymore? Why not?”
Emery refused to meet his eyes. “After I was found, they couldn’t stay here. They made it until I was fifteen, but then they bought the Somerset House down the road. I lived there with them for three years until I went to college. They never sold this place and I was coming back here in my summers between college. When I graduated, I moved in permanently, with Hans, of course, to watch my back.”
“Alone?” Fenn couldn’t imagine why
