Chapter 61 — Safe!

The butler who greeted us looked like he’d stepped straight out of a movie. Gray hair slicked back, posture impossibly straight, his voice smooth as polished oak.

“Lord Red, Lady Raven,” he said with a courteous bow. “Your arrival has been expected.”

Julian nodded, his usual calm composure returning. “Thank you.”

The grand hall stretched wide and endless, with marble floors so polished they reflected the chandeliers hanging far above. The air smelled ...