Chapter 16

I spent the first two days cleaning the place and making it somewhat liveable, removing the dust covers from the furniture and scrubbing the floors and walls. I wish I could use some magic to keep it clean, but every morning Glenn reminds me that I can’t.

After my somewhat frenzied cleaning spree, I started spending all my time in the library. I’m not sure these were concubine quarters. The more books I pull from the shelves, the more I come to think that witches used to live up here. All the books are related to magic or the history of magic. Some of the books are written in languages I’ve never even seen before, and others are so old that I’m too afraid to touch them.

I’m used to my own company, so I don’t mind the countless hours by myself, but the perpetual darkness is wearing me down. By the end of the sixth day, I’m ready to crawl out of my skin, and I miss Kane more and more every day.

“Good morning, little miss,” Glenn says and puts the heavy drum of water next to the wash