Chapter Thirty-EightNo-one spoke. Despite the fact there were six people in the room, the only sound was the odd clearing of a throat or the scraping of a chair. The group had returned to Hammett Hall Manor to feed and rest and plan for their next trip out.
The library was a large room with floor to ceiling windows. In the day, the windows allowed fantastic views across the grounds but, at such an early hour of the morning, they were still covered by thick velvet curtains. The walls were lined with tall bookshelves with step ladders resting against them at regular intervals.
Hedrek was seated at an open fire, his face impassive as he slowly sharpened his blade. Opposite him, Stephen alternated between flicking through a book in one of the deep armchairs and pacing the room with the book
