Chapter 65

Alvara's Point of View

Ciaran dragged me off to the side. No one took a second look as we exited the kitchen. With strong fingers, he lead me somewhere deeper inside the house. Paintings an art became more scarce this side and the black became darker. Moodier. We were well past his office. Well past any place I had come to know so well.

Finally we stopped in front of a door. It was on the complete opposite side of the house from the library. Silver hardware framed the door. Along with swirls of silver on the surface. Almost as if the door wanted to tell us a story.

A shaky hand reached for the knob and shoved it open. Sunlight streamed in from the vast windows on the other side. Crystal chandeliers hung neatly in a row at the top. Four of them. The floor was black and white marble. Walls were a muted grey with an opalescence to it.

Paintings hung on the side walls. Every inch covered in them. Easels sat haphazardly across the roo