Evan
Everything was arranged before we left, so as soon as we returned from the mountains, it was time to move in with my grandfather, the next hurdle he set for me.
Magnus must have been lonely in the obscenely huge mansion, but he hid it well. He gave Rachel a personal tour of the property, pointing out everything in his gruff but formal way. They ended on the ground floor by his personal rooms and his study, and I joined them in the atrium.
“Other than my rooms,” he told Rachel, “do whatever you want with the place.” He waved a hand vaguely. “It’s all yours, anyway, or will be once I’m gone. Get used to it, make it your own.”
I frowned. “There’s no need to talk about that now, Grandfather, unless you have plans to retire to Costa Rica.”
“I’ll talk about what I like,” he snapped pee
