Zofia was wondering that herself. “Biddle, can you tell me where this is, exactly?”
“From what I could gather, by looking around, this is a guest house of sorts, not the main castle,” Biddle said.
“The Nest,” she concluded. That's what Barty had called it. The Nest, from what she had gathered, was connected by a covered bridge to the main castle.
“Is there more to this?” Myron asked.
“Through that curtain to your right—Zofia's left—is the rest of it,” Biddle directed.
Both Zofia and Myron ducked around a heavy tapestry, entering a passage following the same solid rock of the monolith on one side, and masoned walls on the opposite side. Striding along the uneven passage, Zofia allowed Myron to be the brave one and take lead. She followed him through a slightly angled and narrow corrido
