Chapter 40

Quinn

Glover took me to a part of the mansion I hadn’t seen yet. Quietly and quickly, we slipped into the kitchen unseen, and made our way to a small closet-like room behind the pantry.

He unlocked a door that took us down a steep flight of stairs into the drafty, icy cold basement, although the word, ‘dungeon,' might have been a more apt description for it.

The room was stark and completely empty. The overhead lights buzzed and popped loudly, and ther was an unpleasant musty, earthy stench in the air.

The whole place reminded me of death for some reason.

It wasn't a basement or a dungeon. It was a grave.

Glover showed me to a heavy metal door bolted into a solid concrete wall on the far side of the basement. It reminded me of a prison door. “It’s solid silver,” he said.

I looked at the servant. “Why?”

“We are highly allergic to silver. It can kill us. It’s the only thing that can contain Mister Bailey's wolf.”

“Right,” I muttered and stared at the door, “and the walls?”

“Con