Book 16: I'll Do It Myself

Lexa

They’re no maids in the manor. Not a single servant to tend the halls. Beyond the formal gates out front, fae guards rest against the spiraling columns that mark the entrance, the garden sheltered by a tall, marble wall that wraps around the entire building. It reminds me of the manors in Moonrise and some of the nicer townhomes. Crescent Falls, ever modern, favors the larger, family style homes, like Misty’s place.

Silas doesn’t have a TV. I haven’t seen anyone with a phone, either. No video games. No computers. Just… books. Books Silas likes. Books about war and politics.

The sun isn’t nearly as warm today. I move through the house, exploring. I slept well last night, woke refreshed, and took a long, hot shower for the first time in weeks, scrubbing my skin raw, making use of Silas’s excessive collection of soaps and oils. But now I don’t