“Not what you were expecting?” Lijah taunted as he watched Callie walk slowly about his house. Well, house was probably overstating it. Lijah had bought this old abandoned warehouse and turned it into an open-plan living space, except for the bedroom and a bathroom up a dozen stairs onto the floor above. On the ground floor, apart from another bathroom, it was all open; sitting area, dining area, kitchen, games-and-training area. The floors were polished oak, the furniture comfortable rather than fashionable, the bare brick walls covered with an assortment of paintings and photographs. From the outside, it still looked like an abandoned warehouse. Deliberately so; sometimes Lijah had to lock up for weeks at a time if he was away on a mission. He had a Grayson state-of-the-art security system installed, of course, but the less inclination anyone felt to break in, the better he liked it. “Judo?” Callie looked at the throw mat in the games area. “I practice several martial arts.”
