“To the basement, where all the masters' sleep during the day.”
I gathered up the final bag of trash and followed Darren into the kitchen. “In coffins?”
“Why would they do that?” Darren arched a brow as he dumped the dishes into the sink. Rolling up his sleeves, he turned on the water and begun to wash them.
I took up the place beside him and rinsed them before putting them into the drainer. “They always do in the movies and books.”
Darren stopped washing for a moment to stare at me. “Do you think that everything you see or read is right? That perhaps those things were leaked, purposely placed there by those who do not wish their secrets revealed?”
I hummed. He continued washing. We stood there in silence for a few moments, and then I asked, “Does Gretchen know?”
Giving me a sideways look, Darren handed me a plate. “Who do you think fills the silver containers in the refrigerator?” He took the cup I had been rinsing and gestured with his head. “Why don't you go lay down, and we can talk more about it later? A lot has happened in a short period of time.”
I didn't argue. My eyes burned, and my head ached from all the new information. I simply turned away from and walked up the stairs. I didn't stop walking until I was inside my room. I stripped down to my underwear, not bothering to put on a tank top or sleep shirt and collapsed on top of the covers of my bed. I was out before my head ever hit the pillow.