Chapter 64

“Whoa…” James whispered.

“Pretty cool room, huh?” Tres commented from the bedside.

It would seem that Eliza’s mother had decorated each bedroom in a completely different style. This one, for example, was all opposites in modernity. The walls were a stark, bright white, the jet-black furniture and fireplace was at odds with the snowy-white, lush carpet, and various pieces of abstract art in solid black and white hues decorated the place. It was… interesting to say the least.

With a shake of the head, he placed the bag inside the room, then made his way back down the hall and to the bottom floor. Now that he thought about it, it made sense that every bedroom would have its own fireplace. As the house was built around the turn-of-the-century, heating and air conditioning had not yet been very efficient, which would go a long way in explanation of the copious amounts of fireplaces.

James swung around the base of the stairs, searching for the group, and found them in the formal living r