Sanctuary With Kings (Tempting Monsters, #3)

by Kathryn Moon

Laszlo's nest was not like Hywel's, and though there were a great many curious items arranged on shelves and tables—revealed by gleaming brass candelabras generously decorating the room—it was all arranged with a meticulous attention to detail that suited the gryphon I'd come to know. Books lined shelves in a tidy order, the tops of their spines matching neatly, and I knew at once they must be Laszlo's favorites. On another shelf was a careful display of small statues, objects of idolatry. There was no fireplace, but the walls were shrouded in a deep blue velvet and the floor was heavily layered in carpets, these in better condition than the others around the castle. A massive bed, larger than any I'd ever seen, was built out of the far corner of the room. Sheer curtains shrouded its high platform, the fabric stretching high up to the vaulted and beamed ceiling. In the left side of the room, near an open cabinet filled with polished bottles and small decorative boxes, a large steaming tub waited, a water pump poised near its edge. Laszlo carried me in that direction, and I patted his shoulder for him to put me back on my feet, exhausted as they were.