The Shepherdapos;s C

The black wrought iron gate, adorned only with understated thorn patterns...didn't look like the entrance to a prestigious household.,She raised her head in surprise, seeing that the old man's expression remained unchanged, yet she inexplicably felt as if his anger had lessened.,The sun was slanting, the evening breeze had died down. Hayna felt a vague sense that something intangible was shrouding this area, altering the atmosphere of the manor.。