The rest of the house was different, though the receiving hall wasn't.It was the same rafters, black with soot. The same stone floor, worn down by the boots of many generations. At the far end there was the large fireplace, the one that Iris Voss used to keep going even in summer since she thought that a cold fire made a house seem as if it were waiting for something bad to happen; now it was lit, burning low and steadily. Selene had a brief and unpleasant sensation at seeing it and then suppressed it, just as she kept all the other things these days: deep, contained, and of use only as fuel.As she was coming in, she came across a young man in the corridor, with dark hair and broad shoulders, in the manner that a wolf has when it has only just acquired its strength, moving quickly with the kind of stride that someone is late for work would have. Inside her chest there was a sudden tightness so severe that she almost halted altogether. Rhys—older, taller, with a scar across his jaw w
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