Chapter 18Da’ric
I would have preferred staying in the vicinity of Drew Dorincourt, but the lure of being clean—of washing off the stench and the misery of the House of Oddities—was like a siren song. I started to follow the older gentleman up the stairs but had to stop. “One minute, sir?”
“Eh?”
I leaned against the wall, pulled off the shoes that were crippling my feet, and wriggled my toes, sighing in relief as the cramps that knotted them dissipated and blood began flowing through them. “That’s better.” So much better. I caught up the shoes and let them dangle from my fingers.
The older man smiled and resumed climbing the stairs. It didn’t take long to reach a suite of rooms that rivaled my grandparents’ for luxury although it was more compact. He pointed the way to the bathroom. “T
