Fighting monsters and demons in association with BBC Cult.
When she heard William's door close loudly, Tamara gave one more thoughtful glance towards her late grandfather's chambers. She imagined him within, happily poring through old posters and programs for his past magic shows. A sigh escaped her lips and she took a step back, afraid that if she remained there one more instant she would give in to her hopeful imagination and throw open the door, only to burst into tears when she found the room empty.
Tamara allowed herself to touch the wood, to rest her hand on the grain of her grandfather's door for just a moment. Then she turned and slowly made her way to her own rooms, closing the door softly behind her.
Damn that loose-lipped Byron, William thought darkly as he took out a pair of neatly polished shoes and set them on his bed.
Ever since the night their grandfather had been murdered and their home overrun with demons, they had had a damnable time keeping servants and poor William, as he liked to think of himself, had had to be the one to
