Chapter 65

Gabriel stepped inside and couldn’t help but let out a whistle of appreciation. The front entrance was massive, with most of the ground floor being just one large, interconnected room. The house had a rustic aesthetic, with wood floors and ceilings and plenty of stone walls. Golden chandeliers hung here and there from the ceiling, providing all of the illumination. The first room, opening out to their right, was a living room. The floor was dotted here and there strategically with couches, most the size of Gabriel ’s bed back home. Or larger.

“Well, well, what have we here?”

From out of one of the side rooms stepped a big, heavy set man. He was older, probably in his sixties, with a bushy beard that hung down to his upper torso. The hair of his beard, and what little remained on his head, were mostly a faded gray, though here and there specks of red still shone through the mist. Gabriel ventured the guess that this man was the person named “Red” that Bob had referred to earlier.

“Fo