Knock. Knock. Knock.
An insistent tapping against my door wakes me up from a dreamless sleep. The last thing I remember before passing out was staring at the book on my bed, page 63 ripped out by some mystery intruder while I was in Alastaire’s room.
How long did I sleep for? Is it morning yet, or is it still the middle of the night?
The room is pitch black, so it must still be dark outside.
I reach for the lamp on my bedside table, knocking over a mason jar filled with fairy bells and lily-of-the-valley in the process. I swear under my breath, wishing that just for once I could actually get a decent night’s sleep.
I tap my hand around blindly on the bedside table, but the lamp switch has probably fallen down behind the bed.
Damn.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Who’s there?” I snap, still
