He fell back into the darker interior of the house, moving carefully to avoid putting weight on any creaky floorboards.

"No." This wasn't his house. And he still wasn't over the giddy thrill of trespassing. Two hundred years of following that stupid rule, and now he could go wherever he liked. "Whoever lives here, they're out there right now. Hunting us."

He was so tempted to just knock over a vase or two, just on principle.