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Pierce chatted about the meal as they walked, and Kit wished he’d walk faster or stop talking. The scones were the same as they always were, and no, she didn’t think the eggs were a tad undercooked this morning. By the time they were in the library, she felt like she’d been walking for a mile, and maybe she had. He led her to the back corner, away from the door, and prickles stood up on her arms as she thought about what it might be he was about to tell her. What if he truly had solved her mystery? She knew, whatever the history of the house, the story had to be enticing. “Well, I was able to contact a few of my sources within the castle yesterday, Princess. Discretely, of course.” He smiled at her, and Kit nodded, thinking that would be reply enough for him to continue. He didn’t. “Yes