“Of course not, how could you possibly think such a thing?” said Evangeline, looking as innocent as a kitten. “Anyway, it's carnations.” She smiled as a look of panic passed fleetingly across Crumble's face. She patted him on the arm. “Come on, don't worry, you're quite safe I promise. In any case if I were such a thing, I'd have to be mad to take on a werewolf, especially one as large as Ethan.”
At the end of the passage they went through a wooden door into…
“Have you got a whole other house down here?” said Ethan.
They were in a living room, no different to any other that you might find yourself in, except this one was a hundred feet underground.
“Pretty much,” said Evangeline. She pointed at one door and then another. “Through there is a kitchen and that one's a bedroom.”
“What abo
