"You got a house?" Kella looked more puzzled than she sounded. "A manor house," Kit corrected. "Bullshit," Kella picked up the pace to keep up with her twin brother. "You're going to take me into some stranger's house and get me arrested again and I'm not falling for it." Kit knew this sort of thing was coming, which made pulling the folded deed out of his breast pocket... [click here for more]