Chapter 11
I stumbled out of Hendry's grasp to take in my new home. Hardwood floors that I'd already scratched stretched the length of a wide entryway. At the far end, in the left corner, was a spiral iron staircase. Doorways branched off the hallway to other rooms, but only one of them had saloon doors. Several loveseats with big, lace-trimmed pillows propped in the corners sat underneath jeweled mirrors hanging from velvet-draped walls. Lemon-scented candles burned from inside a small chandelier hanging above our heads. I liked lemon but not all at once.
"What is this place?" I asked, then glanced back at Hendry, who was watching me closely.
"It used to be a hotel. Now..." He stepped closer, the light from the candles glinting in his brown curls. "It's a brothel."
I lifted an eyebrow, the effects of his spell seeming to fade some. He had to be kidding me. "People actually come here for...for that? Even with vampires outside and the Silence Collectors across the street?"