CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Settling a ScoreThe marae buzzed with activity as a group swept the stairs and tidied the dining hall ready for the upcoming funeral. Hana halted on the steps of the wharenui, remembering Logan’s careful instructions to head straight to the sleeping house and not eat until afterwards. He’d confiscated her toast that morning and her stomach growled. “Why me?” she murmured to herself as she pulled off her boots and stowed them next to a pair of men’s shoes.
The door creaked with the pressure of Hana’s fingers and she stepped inside the room. A vaulted ceiling soared overhead, every post and exposed beam carved with images of faces. Hana promised herself she wouldn’t stare at the figure representing Logan’s great great grandfather as it presided over the room from a beam
