"You're very confident about that."
"I've been watching you for three months. I know exactly how this is going to end."
The sun was setting by the time we left the library, painting the manor's windows in shades of orange and gold that made the whole place look like something out of a painting. Sabrina led me through hallways I hadn't seen before, past closed doors and antique furniture and portraits of people who probably had more money than entire countries.
"Where are we going?"
"My room."
I stopped walking.
Sabrina glanced back at me, one eyebrow raised. "Problem?"
"Your room."
"Yes. It's where I sleep. Sometimes I read there. Occasionally I plot the downfall of my enemies." She paused. "That last one was a joke."
"Was it?"
"Mostly."
