CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

  "May I ask why you are visiting?" Arielle asked as she brought a cup of black coffee for David. "It has been such a long time Master David and I have an inkling you are here for something dire."

  "I won't deny it," David replied, taking in the nostalgia of the manor. It was a vastness of paintings, mahogany, and marble but it didn't feel like home. Despite the fireplace burning red hot with coal, the house felt cold. It was devoid of love and the only emotions David could sense from the property he now owned were disappointment and dysphoria. "There are dire situations."