They were led up the grand staircase and to the guest wing of spare rooms to the left. Shown into a large square room by an small, elderly woman with neat white hair pulled into a bun, Sastra was grateful to see her bags had already been bought upstairs. Few as her possessions were. The door had swung open without a latch to hold it in place, much like the doors downstairs.Jason was assigned a room a little further down but returned a few moments later to lean against the open door. Sastra sank down onto a wooden chair beside a well stocked bookcase.
‘Are you alright?’ He folded his arms across his chest.
‘My head hurts,’ she admitted, running her palm along her temple. Peering past him into the hallway she couldn’t see anyone. ‘Will you be joining me?’ She nodded her head to the large a
