Selene followed, walking on tiptoe, keeping to the side of the passageway to reduce the chances of a creaking floorboard giving her position away.
There was no keyhole in the door of the spare room, no way of knowing what was inside. She turned the handle and pushed the door open, hoping the hinges were well-enough oiled to stop any squealing.
She sent out a cone of light from her left eye so she could pick up detail. The room contained a desk rather than a bed, and the walls were lined with book shelves. A single, round window looked out across the lake. In one corner, a wooden ladder, rungs lashed together with twine, led up to a hatch in the roof. Myrced had gone that way. To meet someone? Selene was about to follow, blaster held in her teeth as she climbed, when she caught sight of a
