Warlord walked over and opened the door. Giving me a clear view of the tower stairs.
“Go little maid. Straight down.” He pointed.
“Then straight up.” He pointed outward toward a floor parallel to the tower.
“Third chamber on the left. Red and gold. Make certain,” He emphasized the word. “He is not there.”
“What does the book look like?”
“I don’t know. But old, I’d imagine.”
“How will you know which spell?”
“I will know.”
“But if he finds you. I need you to shriek like you intend for the ceiling to collapse. Don’t you dare hold your silence.” His face grew hard.
“Why?”
“Because many women have, and no one even knew what happened to them in that room.”
“I’ll not let that happen to you.”
I bobbed my head in understanding. Startled to feel loose flesh below my chin wobble
