Fighting monsters and demons in association with BBC Cult.
Tamara's bedchamber was at the top of the stairs just two doors down from her grandfather's old rooms. She passed his door and paused. Even though she had spent most of the afternoon there, she liked to imagine that if she were to open the door, she might find him inside. She wished it, could almost make herself believe it for a moment, but she knew it was a futile desire. Her grandfather was dead. Ghosts might abound in Ludlow House, but the Lord of the Manor's spirit had passed beyond this world.
In spite of that knowledge she reached out and put her hand on the cold brass doorknob. Before she could give it a turn she heard William's tread on the stairs behind her. Embarrassed, she quickly pulled her hand away.
William's breath was labored from taking the stairs two at a time. "Tam, are you completely sure that you need me to go to Herefordshire with you? I mean, the bank really should not be without its head."
Tamara stopped him with the raising of an eyebrow. "Was it not just last night that I remember someone complaining about how very hard they found themselves being worked these past few weeks? I thought you'd be pleased for a respite, Will."
