" The little room has a slot for a window, the bright sunlight squaring through no bigger than a peg. I stand on my tiptoes to see out of it, and feel a support beneath me as Lucien picks me up by the waist with his broad hands and lifts.

He smirks up at me, "Is that any better?"

"A little." I feign disinterest, peering through the window. "

― Sara Wolf , Send Me Their Souls (Bring Me Their Hearts, #3)