Eternal Hope (The Hope Series) Read Online Free PDF

walls and black and white tiles on the floor. In the centre of the room was a claw foot copper bathtub her mother would probably have died for, and a shower cubicle with frosted glass screens sat in the corner. She opted for the shower.
    The water was far too hot and the cold tap didn’t seem to work, so she didn’t stay in there for long. Just long enough to scold the top layer of her skin off and wash her hair. The shampoo was a guy shampoo and she was probably going to smell it on herself all day. The thought only added to her black mood.
    Once dressed, Farley crept down the hallway, not wanting to alert anyone of her presence, especially Anna. Aside from the room she’d slept in, there were at least six other doors on the left hand side leading off the hallway. There was no wall on the right hand side, only an open space that overlooked the massive lounge below. A wooden balustrade ran the length of the hallway on that side, broken by the wide staircase that led down to the first floor.
    She descended the stairs two at a time into the lounge, taking in everything she had been too upset to observe last night. The decor in this part of the cabin looked more like it belonged in some grand country hotel. Big portrait paintings in heavy, gilded frames; arrangements of dried flowers in vases that were probably really expensive; formally arranged seating areas with leather chairs that looked like they’d never actually been sat in. It smelled like furniture polish and beeswax. Everything screamed English country lord’s manor, not a house where tattooed people lived, or people who wore cake frosting as lip-gloss. Grayson, with his bookish demeanour, was the only one who seemed like a real fit.
    As if he could sense someone thinking about him, Grayson appeared from an open doorway to the left of the lounge, his smile painfully polite.
    “Good morning, Farley. Did you sleep well?”
    “Not really. Where’s Daniel gone?” she snapped. It was a shame Grayson was so damn nice. If he were a jerk, then at least she wouldn’t feel bad later for being horrible to him.
    “Cassie has been listening out for news on Agatha. She got a call this morning from one of our contacts back in LA. They said they had information and wanted to meet. Didn’t he tell you he was going?”
    “No. No, he did not ,” she spluttered. “He’s gone all the way back to LA? That means he’ll be gone for two whole days at least.”
    Grayson didn’t say anything. He just looked at her with his eyebrows knitted together; they slowly rose higher and higher over the rim of his glasses.
    “Right. Where’s Tess?” Farley demanded.
    “In here…” He gestured into the room behind him.
    Farley stomped through the lounge and barged passed him into the library, only feeling slightly stupid when she tripped on the edge of a Persian rug. The room was even bigger than the lounge, and crammed full of leather chairs at desks equipped with reading lamps. At the far side, a wall of glass spanned from the ceiling to the floor, looking out over a small deck area and a court- basketball, not tennis as she’d first thought. A giant fireplace with a marble plinth took up the majority of the right hand side of the wall, but it didn’t look like it had been used for a while. Not surprising, given that it was smoking hot already and it wasn’t even nine a.m.
    And then there were the books. Boy, did this place have books. Thousands of them. Tess was bent over one at the far side of the room. The sunlight behind her threw her into shadow as it streamed in through the vast windows, and the only way Farley knew it was her was by the outline of her crazy hair. Individual strands caught the light and deepened in color, turning a deep gold, like burned honey.
    “Tess?”
    “Oh, hey, glad you’re up. Oliver’s making us coffee. I was just looking up the definition of eviscerate. It says here, to remove the internal organs or entrails of a person or an animal . I’m