Art said nothing in the jeep on the way to the house, which was much further from the gates than she’d thought it would be. After driving for around two miles, the house emerged from the darkness when she had given up looking for it.
Three floors high, it was constructed with a dark grey stone that made the gothic towers appear even more ominous. Art drove to the side of the building and down a ramp through an open garage door into an underground parking area. When he turned off the engine and got out of the vehicle, she did the same, though she wasn’t quite sure what was going to come next or why he’d allowed her inside when Brodie wasn’t even here.
“I just—”
“Upstairs,” Art said, already moving away from her.
Zara hurried to catch him up to him. He pressed his thumb to a dull blue pa
