Chapter 36
And Alistair’s fist catches hold of the caretaker’s collar just as he shoved her through the tower window.
The caretaker tried to pull her loose from his jacket, but Alistair’s grip was too tight. With the watch still in his hand, he slung Alistair sideways to the floor of the writer’s room. Alistair snapped several threads and landed on her knees, panting but poised to fight him.
“Don’t get up,” he growled at her as he turned his attention back to the pocket watch, flipping it over in his hands, “How does it work?”
“It only shows you what you lost,” Alistair answered.
“How?”
A chill of sadness and sympathy momentarily cooled the angry fire in her.
“How!” He screamed at her, desperate to see.
“You— open it, and look through the glass,” Alistair answered.
The caretaker f
