A few minutes later, we trooped into "the house," which turned out to be a two-story, sprawling ranch-style thing with ramshackle additions sticking off of it, a lot of peeling paint, and a million grimy windows.
Lucian had Drew slung over his shoulders, and he seemed to be taking a fair amount of care not to bash his head into anything.
He also had the resigned expression of someone who'd done this a few times before.
That actually made me feel a lot better. If they didn't find my situation all that unusual or worrisome, then maybe everything really would be all right.
"Basement?" Lucian asked, interrupting Landon's flow of chatter, mostly about how he needed to make some more coffee and wondered if it'd be safe to go upstairs and find someone he called Lirien.
I thought that might be the shaman, maybe? And I really wanted to know why he'd be afraid of going upstairs. But Landon hadn't exactly let me get a word in edgewise to ask anything at all since we'd gotten in the car.
