Chapter 163

The private library’s doors were locked. Joyce jangled the handle, but it refused to open.

She said quietly, “Open this door.”

The House ignored her.

She tried the handle again, shoving a shoulder into the door. “Open this door.”

Nothing.

She continued slamming her shoulder into the door. “Open this door right now.”

The House declined to obey.

She gritted her teeth, panting. She’d had more books than yesterday to shelve, as the priestesses had apparently heard from Gwyn that Joyce was to be their errand girl.

So they began dumping their tomes on her cart—and a few asked her to retrieve books as well. Joyce had heeded them, if only because finding the requested books took her to new places in the library and occupied her thoughts, but by the time the clock had struck six, she was exhausted and dusty and hungry.

She’d ignored the sandwich the House had laid out for her in the afternoon, and this had apparently pissed off the House enough that it now refused to allow her entry int
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