Chapter 13There was painfully little to do inside an empty house in the middle of nowhere at the height of winter, and Elis was starting to climb the walls. Latham had retreated into his late father’s study and occupied himself by helping Mrs. Fisher go through mountains of paperwork which had accumulated in the estate’s long history. Elis had stayed to watch, but after half an hour, had given up and gone for a walk. He had expected an argument from Latham, but the man remained undisturbed, only telling Elis to join him later for dinner. Elis had agreed before shutting the door on them.
It had only been one day and already Elis was more bored than he could ever remember being. He ate delicious food, slept on luxurious sheets and had an abundance of time to spare. That it had been Latham’s
