Chapter 615
As Baltheir said, he didn't live "in town". He wasn't even near it. Oren's giant blue car thumped over a potholed road that was more mule track than thoroughfare. With suspension from 1960, Katelina spent more time bouncing than sitting.
She was grateful when they parked in front of a small weather-worn house. Technically in decent shape, it needed a coat of paint and, in a year or two, a new roof. A smattering of small outbuildings said it was an old farm house, though from the size Katelina wondered if it was the farmer's, or farmhand's.
Baltheir threw the door open and motioned them into a small cramped living room. Three vampires sat on a worn couch and chair. Dressed in long robes with wide sleeves, they looked like something from a fantasy movie or ancient temple. Katelina could feel their years, like she could feel Brandle's.