Chapter 19: No Rest for the Wicked

Emily

 

Thomas must have a thing for houses built like labyrinths. Because this place is ridiculously large. Azriel leads me through corridor after corridor, each one darker and more ornate than the last. The walls are covered with paintings and tapestries to the point where I feel like we’ve moved back in time to the middle ages.

Whatever makes these creatures feel at home, I suppose.