CHAPTER EIGHT
I blinked at him as I slowly lifted my hand and used one finger to point at the front doors. “This… this is Death’s house?”
Duncan lifted his eyes to the abode and frowned. “Yes.”
I blinked at him. “So you’re telling me Death has a thing going for towers and tall walls?”
“So it would seem.”
I shook off my shock and raised an eyebrow at him. “Why’d Mordra give her your house? Why not give you your old house like all the others?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Because she likes to be confusing,” Sheol chimed in as he floated around us. “How many times have you heard someone say that death is senseless?”
I shrugged. “A lot, I guess.” I noticed Duncan staring intently at me, and I raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Do you feel alright?” he asked me.
I pat
