Tabitha stood outside the grand iron gates of the Graves Estate, staring up at what could only be described as a villain's lair disguised as a house.
Massive columns framed the entrance, the windows were tall and imposing, and the sheer size of the place made her wonder if Reid had a secret dungeon somewhere inside.
"Wow," she muttered, shifting the weight of her backpack. "I was expecting 'quiet bookworm's house,' not 'Dracula's summer home.'"
Reid, standing beside her, merely adjusted his glasses. "You're being dramatic."
Tabitha scoffed. "Excuse me, but does your house or does your house not look like it has secret passageways and at least one haunted painting?"
Reid sighed. "We don't have secret passageways."
"But the haunted painting—?"
He hesitated.
Tabitha gasped. "You do have one!"
