“Surely this ugly thing must have a purpose!” Radcliff cried. “An entrance to a secret tunnel or a panic room perhaps. Why else would someone have such a hideous thing hung on their wall?” “That was my grandmother’s,” I snapped, shoving him away from it and Radcliff wrinkled his nose. “You mean to say someone bought that because they were fond of it?” he balked. “This is not the time!” Serenity shouted over the piercing song that was still puncturing the air.
