Chapter 8Dimitri drove toward Ashington Hall where the dinner was being held. It was an old white stone building, beautiful, but he’d never understood what the fuss was about. People talked about it as if it was a magical castle or something.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Irina was staring out the window, her tone dreamy.
“Three people were killed in there.” Elian grinned at him from the passenger seat. “Back in the nineteen-twenties.”
“Really?” Dimitri had heard nothing about it.
“Yeah, some love triangle gone wrong. It was quite a scandal. A woman and two men were together, as in a relationship, but they robbed—I can’t remember what they robbed, the bank maybe. What else did you rob back then? They hid in Ashington Hall but started fighting. The woman shot one man, which had the other man tr
