"I have no home other than the brothel. It was left to me... I own it now. I do not wish to own it. It is a cursed place, and I am sure Magnus haunts it with his dark soul." She paused and then tilted her head back to look into the sky. She wasn't about to talk about the fact that it was so fucking messy. The fact that she was desperate enough to possibly marry a man like Zecheriah Meijer would say something, but Solomon probably knew nothing about that.

She leveled her gaze on him once again and sighed softly. "I need help to sell it." If she ended up selling it, that is.