“We can’t use your old house, guards live there now.”
She ripped her arm from his grasp. “I’ve used it before.”
She picked up her pace and before long, the group was standing beside the old crates that once held Viktor Basile’s chickens.
So many of Alex’s childhood memories were attached to that house. He’d avoided it since Viktor and Persinette were run off. A long breath escaped him. She was back. Standing right next to him. But none of it was how he’d imagined it would be.
The small two room house stood pushed up against the inner wall as if it wasn’t meant to be there. Ragged wooden walls tilted back, getting support from the stone structure behind them. Thin wooden boards has replaced the old thatched roof.
Henry’s cloak of silence descended on them once again and people started
