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warm.”
As we drive away, I glance back. “You have a beautiful home.”
“Next time, I’ll show you around. I want you to see it.”
In the woods, a dog runs into the road ahead of us. As we get closer, I notice its fur seems silvery, and it’s huge. It leaps off the driveway and disappears in the darkness.
“That was a wolf!” I lean forward, looking out Nick’s side window. He glances toward where the wolf disappeared before returning his attention to the road. He doesn’t say anything as I settle in the seat, thinking I must have been mistaken.
We head south, and before long, we turn on the country lane leading to the Rogers Plantation. We drive into a clearing where the house sits, and moonlight streams through the clouds, displaying the old mansion in all its faded glory.
“Oh!” I sigh from the sheer beauty.
“Are you into old houses?”
“I am... this oldhouse.”
“You’ve been here before?”
“Many times,” I answer as I get out of the truck.
I can see light from the back of the house through the front windows. Nick takes my hand.“We’ll walk around to the back door,” he says. We step onto a small, enclosed porch, and Nick knocks on the curtain-covered window. When the door opens, Nick steps in, pulling me along. “Lucian, I’ve brought someone I want you to meet.”
I blink, adjusting to the kitchen light after the darkness.
“This is Sofie,” Nick announces, and I step forward, anxious to meet my first witch. I look up—and up some more.
He must be at least seven feet tall and bone thin. To go with his long body, he has a long face with sharp cheekbones and nose. His hair, long, stringy, and black, is heavily streaked with gray and falls past his shoulders. He’s dressed in a dark-colored shirt and slacks. His waist is close to my shoulder, and I wonder where he goes to buy pants that long. Lucian Zelt steps forward and offers his hand. With caution, I give him mine.
“I am delighted to meet you, Sofie.” His voice is deep with a slight accent.
I stare up into black eyes, smiling hesitantly. “I... it’s... nice to meet you too, sir.” Sir? I guess I’m a little intimidated. I don’t know if it’s because of his presence or his height. His silent scrutiny doesn’t help.
“Please, call me Lucian.” His face transforms with the smile he bestows upon me. His teeth are a dazzling white, and all the contours and sharp points of his face soften. His smile puts me at ease. “Please sit. Estella will be right down.” He pulls out a chair, and I sit at the large, round oak table in the middle of the room.
With my back to the porch door, I have an unhindered view of the kitchen. Structurally, nothing has changed from the last time I’d been here, but the décor, without question, has. The wood floor and woodwork appear refinished. Where the old cabinets used to hang, shelves are loaded with jars of unknown substances and bowls in a variety of colors and sizes. The kitchen appliances look as if they are right out of a fifties magazine. Hanging from the ceiling on hooks are bunches of dried flowers and herbs. Fresh herbs are growing in pots on the shelves in front of the window over the sink. The whole effect is clean, homey, and pleasant.
Nick sits beside me and exchanges conversation about the weather with Lucian, who sits across from us. I wonder when his sister will join us and where she might be in the house. Beyond the kitchen are three larger rooms, and the upstairs holds four more, along with a bathroom.
Lucian turns his attention to me. “You know this house.”
“Um... yes.” It’s a little disconcerting how he keys in on what I’m thinking. “We played here as kids. Mostly outside, but sometimes we’d get brave and come in.”
He raises aneyebrow. Nick lays his arm on the back of my chair and says, “Sofie says this house is rumored to be haunted.”
Lucian looks at Nick as he speaks, but he returns his attention to me. “You came here as a
As we drive away, I glance back. “You have a beautiful home.”
“Next time, I’ll show you around. I want you to see it.”
In the woods, a dog runs into the road ahead of us. As we get closer, I notice its fur seems silvery, and it’s huge. It leaps off the driveway and disappears in the darkness.
“That was a wolf!” I lean forward, looking out Nick’s side window. He glances toward where the wolf disappeared before returning his attention to the road. He doesn’t say anything as I settle in the seat, thinking I must have been mistaken.
We head south, and before long, we turn on the country lane leading to the Rogers Plantation. We drive into a clearing where the house sits, and moonlight streams through the clouds, displaying the old mansion in all its faded glory.
“Oh!” I sigh from the sheer beauty.
“Are you into old houses?”
“I am... this oldhouse.”
“You’ve been here before?”
“Many times,” I answer as I get out of the truck.
I can see light from the back of the house through the front windows. Nick takes my hand.“We’ll walk around to the back door,” he says. We step onto a small, enclosed porch, and Nick knocks on the curtain-covered window. When the door opens, Nick steps in, pulling me along. “Lucian, I’ve brought someone I want you to meet.”
I blink, adjusting to the kitchen light after the darkness.
“This is Sofie,” Nick announces, and I step forward, anxious to meet my first witch. I look up—and up some more.
He must be at least seven feet tall and bone thin. To go with his long body, he has a long face with sharp cheekbones and nose. His hair, long, stringy, and black, is heavily streaked with gray and falls past his shoulders. He’s dressed in a dark-colored shirt and slacks. His waist is close to my shoulder, and I wonder where he goes to buy pants that long. Lucian Zelt steps forward and offers his hand. With caution, I give him mine.
“I am delighted to meet you, Sofie.” His voice is deep with a slight accent.
I stare up into black eyes, smiling hesitantly. “I... it’s... nice to meet you too, sir.” Sir? I guess I’m a little intimidated. I don’t know if it’s because of his presence or his height. His silent scrutiny doesn’t help.
“Please, call me Lucian.” His face transforms with the smile he bestows upon me. His teeth are a dazzling white, and all the contours and sharp points of his face soften. His smile puts me at ease. “Please sit. Estella will be right down.” He pulls out a chair, and I sit at the large, round oak table in the middle of the room.
With my back to the porch door, I have an unhindered view of the kitchen. Structurally, nothing has changed from the last time I’d been here, but the décor, without question, has. The wood floor and woodwork appear refinished. Where the old cabinets used to hang, shelves are loaded with jars of unknown substances and bowls in a variety of colors and sizes. The kitchen appliances look as if they are right out of a fifties magazine. Hanging from the ceiling on hooks are bunches of dried flowers and herbs. Fresh herbs are growing in pots on the shelves in front of the window over the sink. The whole effect is clean, homey, and pleasant.
Nick sits beside me and exchanges conversation about the weather with Lucian, who sits across from us. I wonder when his sister will join us and where she might be in the house. Beyond the kitchen are three larger rooms, and the upstairs holds four more, along with a bathroom.
Lucian turns his attention to me. “You know this house.”
“Um... yes.” It’s a little disconcerting how he keys in on what I’m thinking. “We played here as kids. Mostly outside, but sometimes we’d get brave and come in.”
He raises aneyebrow. Nick lays his arm on the back of my chair and says, “Sofie says this house is rumored to be haunted.”
Lucian looks at Nick as he speaks, but he returns his attention to me. “You came here as a
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