They waited five minutes outside the door, then it creaked on its hinges and opened, revealing an ageless butler, in the trembling light of the lantern he was holding.

“Milord?” he snapped. Ms. Cater stepped in a while ago. Mistress. Alexis is in the small living room.

“Thank you, Dawson, we'll announce ourselves, " replied Ian. Miss. Chase, who is here today, will stay at the pavilion for two nights. If you could find her a room, and a maid…

“Good, milord. A room, a servant, fire”  he repeated to himself as he walked away.

“Dawson is nearly ninety years old,” Ian whispered in Eden’s ear, but he refuses to...