I looked around. It was certainly more rustic than Fenris’s mansion in Panama, but so was almost every home I’d stayed in prior to that. There was electricity and it seemed like there was probably running water. There was furniture that didn’t look like they’d collapse at any given moment, which was more than some of my Aunt Esme’s places could say.
“I’m sure it will be fine,” I said, pushing back my hood as I started to look around. It wasn’t a large facility by any stretch, but there was a bathroom, and a few plain-looking rooms I assumed were where we’d sleep, if the cots were any indication. Probably not the most comfortable, but there were blankets and pillows.
I began to pull off my mittens as I rejoined the others in the main living space—if it could be called that.
“It will defi
