Nell was sitting in a wingback chair, upholstered in worn tan leather. Doubtless it was old, but significantly younger than the castle itself. Maree was in the chair’s twin, an open book laying across her lap. Each of them appeared enormously satisfied with their lot in life, and I couldn’t blame them. The library was a thing of beauty, now that the Lutines had worked their magic. There was still some work to be completed, but it was both functional and comfortable and we women had claimed it as a place to relax.
Personally, I was enjoying a break from the freakish abnormalities which had overrun my life in the past week. The mirror still didn’t seem to be working, and Carnell was getting testier by the minute.
“Jademace says the showers should be useable tomorrow,” Emma said. She was, n
