Abigail looked at him, then at the window, and she shook her head.

"Well, your first mistake is using bins. Something like that? Never going to support your weight." Okay, so she might only know because of using things to peer into windows of her house when her parents were elsewhere. It had been a game, listening at doors to her father's business meetings or trying to watch whatever rituals they and Unthank concocted. All things that were meant to be 'for adults only.' "Crates are better. More balance."

After all, he wasn't trying to break in. That she couldn't help with. He just wanted a look in.