“Why are we here, again?”
Ellah - well, Harmony today - looks up at the sign for the stables with a scrutinizing expression, her arms crossed. ‘Greyson & Hatch’ it proclaims in flowing white script on a dark, smoky background. While it’s certainly no Grimvelt estate, the building is wide and clean on the outside, with big, high windows letting in plenty of natural light. One of the double doors had been ...