"Listen," Athena said, her tone becoming more practical as we walked. "Demetrius won't let you get a job right now. I know, I know," she added quickly, holding up a hand as I opened my mouth to protest. "But he is the King, and honestly, at least until we figure out this whole 'spellbound' mess and get back from the marsh, it just won’t happen. He’s too paranoid about your safety to have you working a shift at the tavern or hauling books in the archive."
"But—"
"But," she interrupted with a wink, "everything you need is already inside this castle. We just have to know where to look."
She led me down a narrower corridor that smelled faintly of cedar and wool. We stopped in front of a pair of heavy double doors that looked like they had seen centuries of use. Athena didn't wait; she gave
