“Not at all, my dear,” Delilah replied, kissing his cheek. “I don’t trust Vicario any farther than I can throw him. If the sorcerer set up something to alert him when the wards are brought down, they could be on their way back as soon as it’s dark.”
Maeve nodded. “So it behooves us to get moving.”
With that, the group began working their way through the ground floor of the house, the men in protective mode while the women searched.
“He definitely has a thing for cream and gold,” Gideon whispered at one point as they moved through the rooms. It was an accurate comment as all the walls were painted or papered in deep cream and had heavy gold damask drapes. The majority of the furniture carried out the theme with the chairs and sofas upholstered in matching tones, and the wood was a rich golden oak. Only the paintings on the walls broke with the prevailing color scheme, standing out in resplendent glory