“Well, here it is: home.”
Morgan’s gaze traveled up the stone tower before him. He was stunned beyond speech. Never in his life did he expect to see such an imposing sight, such an ancient structure. Yet here he stood, poised at the bottom of the tower with his mouth hanging open. When they’d been here before, he hadn’t gotten to see much of anything—certainly not the outside.
Evan stood against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He gave Morgan an enchanting grin. He looked more at home against the moss-covered stone than anywhere else in the world.
“Of course, both doors need to be replaced,” Evan said. “But everything else is in fairly decent shape for its age.”
Morgan looked at him. “This didn’t belong to an ancestor, did it?”
Evan sighed. “Not quite,” he said as he pushed
