More grinning as he takes Miniver's hand and gives him a playful tug up the stairs. Along the walls are various pictures of the family -- the cards, Mary Anne, Sorrow. There are only four doors off the main landing, and Ruin leads Miniver into the closest one, which opens into a spacious, airy bedroom. The light wood, four poster bed dominates the room with a pastel green and white quilt thrown over forest green sheets.

There's a seating area near a wall of bookshelves, a sideboard filled with glasses, wine, and liquor, and doors that open onto a balcony.

But Ruin isn't looking at any of that.

No.

He's looking at the tall, athletically built blond man leaning against the far wall smirking at them. The man shakes his head, steps into the centre of the room, and gives Ruin a nasty glare with his pale, warm blue eyes.

"Shame on you, Ciaran," he tsks, but his lips are still curved into that amused smile.