CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I lifted an eyebrow at him. “One of the old houses?”
He nodded. “It was sold to the senate some fifty years ago after the owner went bankrupt avoiding the wars.”
I sighed and stiffened my jaw. “Well, let’s get this over with.”
I didn’t expect open arms and didn’t receive so much as a smile as we strode through the two open wooden doors. Scenes had been carved into the wood and featured depictions of magicians fending off beasts and curing sick people. I couldn’t help but notice that one of the beasts greatly resembled a dragon.
The interior was as stately as a funeral parlor and with the same air. Huge columns stretched from floor to gabled ceiling where you could see the darkened rafters. Doors led into rooms on our left and right, and ahead of us was an imp
