“What are you looking at?”
He considered ignoring Winter, but he didn’t. Golden didn’t turn his gaze from the ceiling though. “The roof is leaking.”
Winter didn’t say anything, but he could tell her begin to search as well for what he was talking about. When she did not see anything, only then did she speak. “What makes you say that?”
“Drop of water on my head.”
Almost the moment he had finished saying that, the next drop of water came down. It splashed a few footsteps in front of them. “Housefather is going to have a fit.”
“Yep. Place was always old though. Repurposed to be an orphanage.”
Winter nodded, shoulders drooping. “I’ll go tell him.”
He considered telling her to tell the Baroness instead, but that would make it sound like he expected her to be able to fix the problem. And he didn’t, he really didn’t.
Or did he?
Slowly but surely, Golden brought down his walls.