Roman POV

  

  

   I hung around the circulation desk longer than I should have, watching the last few students pack up their stuff and head out the doors.

  My backpack was slung over one shoulder, and I pretended to be scrolling through a book on my phone to buy some time.

  Miss Felicia was right there behind the desk, standing tall with her usual straight posture, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed something into the computer.

  She looked up at me, her glasses reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights overhead, and said in that sharp tone of hers, “The library closes in five minutes, Roman. You know the rules...