Martha stared at the bed in horror. She was here for a duvet, that was it. This should have been a Safe Store. It was on Dr Freeman’s list!
Dr Freeman. He’d tell her to STEP AWAY from the bed of books. But it was too late. She could practically taste them.
She took a step forward. Wavered. And fell, face first, off the wagon.
The bed collapsed. She didn’t care. She reached out, grabbed a Brontë and devoured it.
