Chapter 39: A Proposal
Serine walked slowly down the halls and toward Isaiah's grand dining hall. She stared at the paintings and tapestries along the walls, wondering at how old they were and how easily they could catch fire. She shook her head and focused on her feet. The violent impulses were getting difficult to ignore the longer she stayed in the mansion.
The rage wasn't so much a coil in her belly as a tingling along her limbs now. Something was changing within her and she didn't like it.
Serine bit her lip and wondered if this was how Rem felt before they'd run.
She stepped into the dining hall and paused, looking around. The burgundy draping had been switched out for white drapes and the lights had been dimmed, throwing the edges of the room into shadow. The large table had been replaced with a much smaller, more intimate version that had also been covered in white. The room, though very large and open, felt much smaller and cozy.