“Naughty people are creative. We must be more so.” Morgause led him deeper into the manor. “Your first solo trap is in the Reading Nook.”

Marbles cascaded from the shelf. He yelped, hopping backward to avoid them. His heel landed on the rug covering the pit. The rug slid. Leo dropped two feet into a hole lined with foam pillows.

Morgause appeared in the doorway, arms crossed. “Well done, Finn. You’ve caught your first naughty.”