Chapter 19
Claire, Amber and I all walked back downstairs together, giggling as Claire recounted a story about finding a naked boy sleeping in a closet after the last party in her Dublin flat.
Laughing with the girls, I felt lighter than air. It had been heavenly to take a shower. It’d been over twenty four hours since my last shower, and washing off the lingering grime of travel and death had made me feel one hundred percent better. My damp hair was back in braids, my feet were buoyant in their running shoes and I felt ready to take on the world again.
We entered the library through its large arched doors. Alec and Mialloch were already there, and my grandmother was setting up the silver tray on the low tea table between the settees. Alec was lounging insouciantly by the stained glass
