“Are you nervous?” Silas asked as we walked up the stone steps and onto the concrete front patio.

When we were near the front double doors, I realized the knockers on it were werewolf heads. I almost wanted to laugh, but I also couldn’t. I was beyond intrigued. “Okay, be honest with me. How long has this house been in your family?”

“Um, like around the Declaration of Independence,” he said.

“Oofta.”

He chuckled. “Are you avoiding my ...