Chapter 53
Vanya
"Vanya? Vanya?"
The soft squeeze of my hand jolted me back to reality.
“Yeah?” I blinked.
“You okay? Where are you lost at?”
“Me? Nowhere. I’m here,” I replied with a quick smile.
Kross gave a small nod but didn’t look entirely convinced.
We stepped into the library, the scent of aged parchment and polished oak instantly calming my nerves. The quiet hush of the space was soothing, a world away from the chaos both outside—and inside—me.
Kross led the way, scanning the shelves with more interest than I expected. He pulled out a few books and handed them to me, our fingers brushing slightly. I tried not to react.
We found a cozy corner under a high-arched window, and after flipping through a few titles, one caught both our attention—The Pirate and His Hidden Truth.
