CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Margaret’s POV

I swallowed heavily, as Raymond's hand began spreading across the back of my neck was soothing. His palm was warm; his fingers were long enough to wrap almost to my windpipe. The reasonable part of my brain finally found something meaningful to ask.

“Isn’t this risky? I mean, this is a library anybody can come here. What about the warders?” He shook his head.

“Most people aren’t allowed down here at all. And I can assure you, no warden would come here or allow anyone come here. I won’t put you in that kind of situation, trust me”

“You seem to know your way through here...