Bianca
Isaac pushed open the grand doors of the library, the old wood groaning beneath the strain. The room was dark, but I could sense that the space beyond was cavernous before he even turned on the lights just from the sound of our footsteps echoing through the air.
When he flicked on the lights, I gasped. It was even bigger than I had imagined.
“This,” Isaac said, spreading his arm out wide, “is the Thorne palace’s very own personal library.”
I gawked at the space. It was unbelievable—unlike anything I’d seen before, even in movies. The enormous room towered high above us, spirals upon spirals of levels reaching high up into the sky—and down below, down into the darkness.
It hit me, then, that I’d seen the library before. But only from the outside. There was a larg
