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an artist had meticulously perfected each one with a fine brush.
    My eyes took in the stairs. The handrails, spindles, and stairs were made of the same material with a red oriental carpet runner trailing down the center.
    Daniel suddenly appeared to my right , and I caught sight of another room with glass doors and bookcases. A library.
    He pointed to the top of the stairs, and I followed Callon up. A small bench sat below a scenic oil painting. I paused, studying it. Somehow it was oddly familiar.
    “It’s the lake you can see off the terrace,” Callon explained. “We used to swim in it in our younger days.” He remained still, as if lost in some far off memory. I watched as his jaw tightened and brow furrowed before he looked away from the scene and faintly smiled. “It was always cold, but we didn’t seem to mind.”
    Guilt y I’d brought up a painful memory, I pointed down the hall. It was my turn to distract him. “How many rooms?”
    “Fifteen bedrooms.”
    My eyes widened. I’d never been in a home with fifteen bedrooms; never been in one with more than four . But this was a manor, not a home. And it was ours now.
    “How big was your family again?” He’d told me at one time, but I just couldn’t remember clearly.
    “Big.” Another smile perched on his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
    “And how many wives did your father have?”
    “Too many,” Daniel chimed in.
    I hesitated for a moment. “He wasn’t married to them all at once, was he?”
    “No,” Callon replied.
    “So what happened to them?”
    “Some died by accident, childbirth or acts of war.”
    “Childbirth and accidents?” I was about to add more, but thought better as the too-fresh memory of Colt’s death rose to the surface. It was a fact, Timeless could die.
    Sympathy crossed over Callon’s face , and he squeezed my hand.
    I sighed , dreading my next question.
    “How many wives do you have, Callon?”
    Daniel fidgeted and looked down the hall. Callon was staring at the painting when he finally answered.
    “None.”
    I swallowed, knowing it may be true, but not the whole truth. Once again, he was hiding the truth from me, but why? If I was to marry him, why did he continue to keep secrets? Didn’t he know this built a barrier between us?
    “Do you know which room you’re staying in?” Daniel jumped to my side, acting as a mediator.
    I glanced back down the hall and realized I hadn’t a clue. I could get lost in this place. “No.”
    “This way.” Daniel pointed , and I followed.
    I counted the doors so I’d know in the future . They all looked the same to me. We stopped, and Daniel slipped a pink tassel on the crystal handle. He smiled.
    “ There. This way you won’t forget.”
    My chest tightened. This was my Daniel, always looking out for me. I leaned forward and drew him into a hug.
    “Thanks,” I whispered.
    “I’d do anything for you, Chey. All you need do is ask.”
    “Hmph, how pathetic.” A low French accent growled in the hall.
    Maes.
    “What’s it to you?” I stared down the jade-eyed monster before me.
    Moments passed with no reply, but I noted that Callon exchanged a dark glance with Maes.
    “So you’ve seen the estate,” Maes stated. “It’s about time you came out of that room.”
    My entire body began to tighten. My irritation was flaring, and that thing splayed too near the surface. It was as if I was ready to do battle, my anger suddenly growing at the hand that I’d been dealt. My fingers balled into fists, but before I could act, the hall vanished, and I was back downstairs.
    “You don’t need to deal with him right now,” Daniel said softly . He whisked me into the kitchen and pulled out a stool for me. “Here, have a seat and I’ll make you a sandwich since you didn’t eat last night.”
    He opened the fridge door and began gathering his supplies. I watched, taking deep breaths and letting the rage fade. As much as Daniel sympathized, he couldn’t understand what