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forward. Elizabeth thought she might pass out from bliss. The reality was so much more than her imagination. He opened the doors with a flourish and her dreams burst forth in full Technicolor. The room was two stories high, with an ornate iron staircase to the second floor. There were so many books, she could read one a day and never finish them all. Leather-bound volumes, old, new, books strewn about and piled everywhere. Books as far as the eye could see.
    “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. I may never leave this room the whole time I’m here.”
    Featherstone huffed. “The room is disorganized. One of the village girls left before she could finish ordering the shelves. You may read any of the books except the ones on the second floor. They are extremely old and should not be handled.”
    “No problem; there are more than enough books on the first floor to keep me occupied.” She wandered over to the large windows overlooking the gardens. Cold seeped through the glass. The window seat was huge. The cushion and pile of pillows beckoned her to climb in and dive into another world. Warmth from the fireplace to her left warmed her back. All she needed was a blanket to wrap up in, a cup of hot chocolate, and she could easily curl up all day reading as a fire crackled in the hearth. The only thing to make it picture perfect would be big, fluffy snowflakes.
    With a sigh, she turned to stand in front of the fire. Ten people could stand in the hearth. The mantel was carved with flowers and leaves, a work of art in itself. She couldn’t wait to see the rooms upstairs. Her room.
    As if he’d read her mind, Featherton spoke. “Ready to see your chamber, Miss Smith?”
    “Call me Elizabeth, please.” With a last longing look at all the books, she followed Featherton upstairs, past several closed doors.
    “The other rooms are currently under restoration, so please stay out of them for your own safety.” He pointed to the door at the end of the hall. “The lord’s chamber is locked and remains empty until he graces us with his presence.”
    “Does he visit often?”
    A look crossed his face. “No. A distant relative owns the castle and has no use for an old pile of stones.” He opened the door and stood back. “Your room.”
    The room was done in varying shades of pink. The hair on the back of her neck stood up the moment she crossed the threshold. The sensation of a malevolent presence made her touch the back of her neck, as if protecting herself from a blow. The cold, creepy feeling remained as she moved around the room, but she forced her mouth to curve into some semblance of a smile.
    “It’s very pretty. Do you and Martha live here at the castle?”
    The dour look on his face softened. “We’ve been married almost forty years. Spent our honeymoon in Paris and then came here straight away. Our cottage lies at the edge of the woods. If you need anything, you only have to ring.”
    “I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’m so excited to be here.”
    “I’ll leave you to unpack.” As he left the room, he turned to her. “Remember what I told you: do not enter the other chambers.”
    Her hand was in the pocket of her coat and she crossed her fingers when she replied, “I promise.” Sunshine’s voice filled her head. Everyone knows if you cross your fingers when promising, it negates the promise.
    The driver had left her bags at the foot of the bed. The four-poster was piled high with pink floral pillows and thick blankets. A fire crackled in the fireplace, yet her unease lingered. The walls of the room were covered in a pale pink silk, and beautiful impressionist paintings hung on every wall. Her room had its own bathroom, which she assumed was a later remodel. It boasted a cast iron tub that sat under a window.  
    It didn’t take long to unpack. She wandered around the room, looking at the pretty vases and trays scattered around on the tables. Elizabeth kept returning to the same spot to the right of the