The drive was bumpy for at least thirty minutes before we turned onto a paved road. I couldn’t see where we were going, but I could tell we were on a highway, judging by our speed and the sound of other vehicles going by. An hour later, we drove into a city that had to be Boise. The van stopped at a few traffic lights, took some left and right turns, and then finally came to a complete stop.
This. I held the drawing up for him to see. My initial shock was passing and excitement was building in my chest. This is his house.Nikolas frowned in confusion. Whose house?
Emma gasped. Chris and Jordan crowded in behind Nikolas.What are you talking about? Nikolas took the notepad from me. He peered at the drawing then looked at me and Emma. Did she tell you that?No. I drew it from memory, from a memory I took from the vamhir demon before I killed it.
You took the demon’s memory? Jordan asked, wide-eyed.I asked it about the Master and it showed me this house. I forgot about it with everything else that happened.
Nikolas handed the notepad to Chris who studied it closely. How do you know this is the Master’s house?
I don’t for sure, but something feels off about it. Emma feels it, too.It’s probably for the best.
Yeah, I’m actually just heading out to pick them up. I’ll show you to Harper’s room first. We put her in the guest suite at the back of the house. She led me past the staircase into a sprawling kitchen and dining room. A set of French doors in front of us led out onto the back garden. I admired the modern twist on the country kitchen. They had pale green Shaker-style cupboards, a thick woodblock countertop, a Belfast sink, and a matching island. Built in between cupboards was a large black ceramic range cooker that seemed to have all the bells and whistles. The freestanding combined refrigerator and freezer was one of the biggest I’d ever seen. It was a huge kitchen, accented with copper accessories and copper pans hanging from a rack on the far wall.Thanks. She grinned. Our pride and joy. Most of our budget went into it.
With Jason being a chef, I had no doubt.Double doors to our right took us into a fully stocked pantry. A door at the back of the pantry led us out into a small corridor. Gillian drew us to a halt and pointed to the door at the bottom of the hall. Guest suite.