We headed deeper onto the property, walking-or in my case, jogging-past towering Cypress and Arbutus trees dotting a perfectly manicured lawn. I gave a low whistle at the amount of land the Brotherhood owned. "This is like a whole city block."

"Deep pockets." Rohan rounded a corner and I saw a massive 1920s brick manor, flanked by two long, raised garden beds filled with budding flowers. It wasn't Windsor Castle but it still qualified as mansion status.

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