#Chapter223 What Will We Do?

"If I didn't know better I would think you're part witch. The books are calling to you as though you are." She beams at me joyfully and I frown it away and go back to the table as she slides it free. Remembering we can't touch without her say so and eager to get this done. Sierra brings it to the table and flicks through quickly, finding a dog—eared page and Meadow eye rolls dramatically. Slumping onto her own seat and making a show of her extreme disapproval.

"You bent the corner? Who does that, especially not hundred—year—old magical books? What is wrong with you?"...