Still doesn’t trust me. Trapped at the top of the enchanted castle, with no way out.
She took a few steps down the corridor into the South Wing, but felt embarrassed about disturbing the servants of the household, so she turned around and headed toward the East Wing to snoop around, opening each door and peeking inside. In one of the largest rooms she discovered a massive library, with thousands upon thousands of hard bound books, shelved from ceiling to floor, arranged in alphabetical order by the author’s name. It looked as if they had never been touched, opened or read. He seemed to like collecting books, many appeared to be first editions of classic texts, probably worth a fortune.
Not a bad collection for a high school dropout.
She could find no trashy paperback novels with a half
