Cora had finally fallen asleep in bed with the sketchbook on her lap. Penelope pulled the sweater she had thrown on over her nightgown tighter around her shoulders. She doubted she would ever be comfortable enough to sleep in this place.
Knowing that Cora had seen things in the Veiled—creatures and apparently spirits—would have typically unnerved Penelope, but that was the least of her worries at the moment. Although, sitting in this dark, oversized room in this large four poster bed with the creaks of settling boards inside and the wind howling outside was not exactly helping her nerves.
