Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 96

~Zirah~

The castle is made of aged brick and weathered stone, with stained-glass doors and windows. It’s a simple structure, and not terribly large, with only three stories, yet it stands out from the rest of the city with its simple elegance.

As the car stopped and I moved to climb out, Lyon grabbed my hand. "If you want me to take you back I understand. I won't be offended," he tells me.

"Why are you being strange, what are you so embarrassed about? This place is amazing from what I've seen," I tell him. He chewed his lip nervously and glanced out at the castle then nodded. I climbed out and immediately I was met with silence, vastly different from home where guards stood on every corner. Yet what comes with silence is nature. The crickets, the birds and the wind makes for a peaceful and soothing sound.

"Thank you," Lyon told the driver who nodded before he pulled out. Moving toward Lyon I went to grab my bag when he pulled it away. "I've got it, you go ahead. The place is unlocked," he tells me and my brows pinch. Shadow, however, bounds around excitedly before he grabbed my skirt in his muzzle and pulled me along. He led me to the huge glass doors where he pressed his nose against the double doors and pushed them inward, letting them open.

The place is huge, it has tall ceilings with a balcony, a grand staircase and the flooring is a marble tile. There was little sound but that of the outside, when I step inside all sound is sucked into the vacuum seal of the doors. Strips of royal blue and gold adorn the hall walls, shimmering in the light. I glanced at Lyon behind me, and he nodded for me to keep going down the hall. The air was faintly scented with a fresh scent. The smell of wood, clean and unused.

The first room I passed had wooden flooring, the walls pristine and bare. The second held a grand piano, the ivory surface gleaming, but other than that it was empty too.

The third room is the kitchen and dining room, which is the only room that had any personal touch to it. I couldn't stop myself as I opened the fridge, looking in at the stack of single-portion meals inside and bare essentials like milk and butter.

The fourth room was the bedroom, it too had no furniture, but the mix of warm and cool colors on the walls provided a cozy atmosphere. The room is bathed in soft, natural light, coming in from the balcony doors.

Coming to a set of doors I pushed them open to reveal another foyer of sorts that is round, stairs lead up, but that is not all I found. It was bare, almost austere in its simplicity. I glanced at Lyon, confusion seeped into my expression.