Chapter Seven (Isla)

I wasn’t even inside the room yet, and I could smell my mother's scent. Gods, How I missed her.

I looked up at Anders, “I miss her.”

He nodded, and I released the doorknob as he pulled me into a hug.

“Come on.” I smiled as I pulled away, wiping the tears from my face. I opened the door and entered my mother's old quarters.

Anders looked around the space, “Wow.”

“This is so, my mom.” I grinned at him as I looked at the gothic styled room. Red and black bedding on a large canopy bed with black dressers and a mirror. In the corner was a red couch and chair and a black coffee table. Skulls and symbols decorated the walls and shelves. A larger bookshelf stood beside the sitting area filled with books on myths, legends, romance, and the occult.

I walked over to a door and opened it, inside was a large bathroom with a clawfoot bathtub, black and white counters, and a walking shower on the far wall.

I walked out of the bathroom and opened another door, inside was a small office with the