Chapter

Thirty-Two

Cian

I climbed up the stairs to the second floor of the stacks in the Satori library, my mind wandering as I moved without hurry. I still had a few minutes before I needed to settle in. It was quiet up here, the bulk of the students choosing to remain downstairs closer to the well-lit study area and the more popular reference materials.

As for me, I enjoyed the hushed calm that only solitude and books could provide. The tightly packed shelves dampened the sound of the whispered conversations below while cocooning me in the warm scent of hundred-year-old leather and the sharp bite of ink.

My route...