CHAPTER EIGHT
Once Stinger and Rime disappeared up the stairs, Talon looked around the living room. Having lived in a large mansion for most of her life, Talon found this place not only underwhelming, but unfashionable as well. The bookshelves appeared to have been made out of spare wood, with the result that they varied in color and shape and not in a good way. The TV looked out of place as well, quite modern in comparison to the rest of the room. And the smell of sea salt made her feel a little sick, even though she normally enjoyed the smell of the sea.
At least Stinger isn’t here, Talon thought. Quite glad that he went up there with Rime. I don’t really want to have to look at him at the moment.
“What did you think of the video?” said Bolt, causing Talon to look at him suddenly.
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