It was an eclectic mix of ancient and modern, but it somehow all blended together and worked. It reminded her of the family home in Russia. It also reminded her of the people who lived here. Cristofor and Johanna were wonderful. Cristofor was more reserved, but that was to be expected. Katya had no idea how old he was, but she would guess he’d lived several hundred years, if not more. There was something about him that told her he would be just as at home swinging one of the gigantic swords hanging in the armory she’d toured as he would holding the remote control on the large-screen television in the entertainment room. His brothers were no different. They were all cordial, but a natural aloofness surrounded them, as if they were used to keeping the outside world at bay. Several times, she’d felt Stefan probing her mind for information. She’d managed to keep her guard up and her mind fairly blank, filled only with superficial information. Zane wasn’t a man to be taken lightly either.
