but this was a whole goddamn house. One that made a lot of noises. Which he’d been assured—by both Ivan and the plumber who’d come to fix the pipes—was just the sound of the house’s bones settling with the changing weather. Although, frankly, Sascha didn’t like to think of his humble abode as having bones at all. It made him think too much of the house as a monster, ready to devour him.
