Shit.
He realized too late.
The house was where Falcon had laid down Scarlet's dead body and covered it with a cloth. He mentally scolded himself was not taking the time to bury it. He really couldn't have Aurelia see the state in which the body was.
'Maybe we should get out of here fast before that counselor changes his mind.' Falcon said, hoping Aurelia wouldn't insist.
But the carriage had already clopped onto her street. It was desolate and gloomy. When he had first walked up here, Aurelia's snow wolf had greeted him with its fangs. He would have given anything to be greeted in that manner again.
The house was silent and neglected. The garden fence creaked open when they stepped inside. As Aurelia was about to push open the gate, Falcon grabbed her hand.
'Aurelia, you can't...'
She gave him a very puzzled look. 'What is it, Falcon?'
'Please...don't go in there...'
