I could barely make out the wooden door and had to move my hands over it for a while before I found the iron doorknob. I twisted it, but it was locked. Of course.
“I already tried it,” Archer said from behind me.
I was glad it was dark, so that he couldn’t see me blush yet again. “I told you, Cross. It’s all kissing in castles and Applebee’s from now on.” I turned so that my back was to the door.
He walked forward. “Ah, but this is technically outside the cellar,” he murmured as he pulled me into his arms.

Autore: Rachel Hawkins