Ninety-One

Bryony’s POV

I knew the as soon as I drove down toward the house something was wrong; the lights flickering inside the house were a dead giveaway. Pulling up out the front, Dorian had hold of Draven, who was looking over Dorian’s shoulder at the car. Darius was standing next to the power box, scratching his head, confused. Getting out of the car, I hid my amusement.

“What are you doing?” I asked,