Mara smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. "I know. That's the problem. An alibi is a story two people tell. But a mansion ? A mansion is a thousand silent witnesses. The floorboards that creak. The doors that latch from one side only. The wax from a candle you carried because you were afraid of the dark, Elara—wax you stepped in on your way back from the west wing."
Elara’s face went the color of old bone. Mansion -Alibi-
"Tell me again," Mara said, not turning around. Mara smiled
"The mansion keeps no secrets," Mara said, pulling out her handcuffs. "It just waits for someone smart enough to listen." " Mara said