Chapter Eleven
ELODIE
Iclimbed the stone staircase to the second floor, my stomach pleasantly full with dinner. Neither of the twins mentioned the accident since it happened, and Myra still appeared to be completely fine.
I opened and closed the bedroom door behind me, and turned the moth-key in the lock before collapsing onto bed. As soon as my back hit the mattress, I flinched and jumped to my feet. A book lay on the silver-embroidered bedspread. My forehead creased. What the hell?
I traced the gilded title, recognizing it as the one I had seen in the library last night.
Tales of Thornhill
I glanced around the room. Who could have left it here? And why? Sitting back down, I rested the book on my lap and gently opened it to the first page.