RONAN
Ashville was quiet.
Way too quiet and I hated it.
So I called Vera.
She took her time getting here, which already had me irritated by the time her footsteps echoed through the entrance.
The part of this place confused people the first time they saw it. Outside, it looked like a proper mansion, old stone, high walls, something almost respectable. But the moment you stepped inside, it changed completely. Stone floors, low fire burning in the center pit, shelves carved into the walls holding things that had no business being in the same room together.
Vera stepped in slowly, eyes moving around the room the way they always did when she encountered something she didn't understand. She looked at the fire, then at the iron pot sitting over it, then at me standing over it with a lon
