Chapter 114
The bedroom, like the rest of the house, was Cian’s home of centuries made in miniature. A smaller fireplace kept the second floor room perfectly warm with the help of modern insulation and windows. The bathroom a few steps away held a steam shower set apart from a new tub with heavenly massage jets. The heated towel rack connected to a massive boiler was sacrificed, but the heated floor tiles easily made up for the lack.
The stink of new paint and wood varnish no longer polluted the four bedrooms, living room, or kitchen, but the building held no air of long occupancy and beloved shelter.
This house, only a few miles away from the sprawling estate Cian constantly longed for, had never been meant for her to live in for any length of time. It was more of a guest house, a refu
