The bedchamber was silent.
The Other's bedchamber had been empty, as if the otherworldly creature was permanently gone.
A look around her bedchamber with its black, stone walls, ceiling and floor revealed nothing remotely edible.
The bedchamber was done up in pastels, soft rose drapes, light blue and green rugs, yellow pillows and highlights, which seemed to take the chill out of the stone walls.
They strode through the bedchamber to a small living room to the side with a flat-screen TV and comfortable-looking couch.