Book Two: Chapter 27

“Tired of this enchanted furniture bullshit.” He stood up and got knocked over by a dresser drawer that had been fired at him from the armoire across the room. Tink flew into a rage and leaped on top of it, smashing the drawers before any more could slide out. She made the whole thing tip onto its front, whaling on the back with the hammer.

Ears ringing, Mike shook his head and sat down on the squirming pile of bed beneath him. This bedroom was still properly furnished and he feared that anything could ambush them at a moment’s notice. Tink joined him, breathing hard from exertion.

“Fucking Rat King.” She scowled at the ruined furniture across from her.

“I agree.” He stared at the dresser. Why hadn’t it attacked him while he was breaking the bed?

It was the same with the books. They had only attacked when they had opened the secret passageway.

“Triggers. They operate on triggers.” He looked at the bed. “I was too fast for it, but this one attacked when