I just needed to get in the old castle and back out again without dying. Not dying would be nice. I found the steps to the back door. To my surprise, the key I’d stolen from the drawing-room fit the large cast-iron lock mounted to the door. The key felt like it was going to break off inside the lock at any moment. But it held, and the works moved and I felt the tension release on the door as it loosened up.
My heart was racing again as I pushed the door open. More cold air greeted me inside.
Shining my flashlight around I found what I was looking for.
On a small wooden table on the back wall of the room was a book. The large leather-bound tome was heavy. I had to use both arms to cradle it to my chest to carry it.
Just as I reached the door and was about to step back into the night air: I felt another presence.
Turning around I looked back into the room.
She was standing next to the stable where the book had been.
Hopefully, there was a spell in this book that would make her go away.