Chapter 159 A Rogue's Help
- *Isla*
- Our room is… plain, but I am not too bothered. Framed oil paintings hang on the stone walls, and the smell of cleaner is sharp and acrid in the air. A fireplace takes up the far wall, and a simple, gray rug covers the stone pavers lining the floor.
- Again, I wonder how old this place is, and who may have lived here before Maddox bought it.