Atticus stood at the bottom of the stairs watching me until I stepped through the threshold of my room. I closed the door quickly, already guessing that it would be mere minutes before my guards were back at their post in the hallway.
I stand frozen with my back against the wooden door, my eyes the only thing moving as I take in the intricate gold lettering and details on the cover of the book in my hands.
A white half-crescent moon sits just above the elegant script of the title. I can't help my fingers as they trace over the letters as if trying to somehow connect myself to them. It has to, somehow, connect to me to all of this. My body is practically vibrating with a combination of nerves and excitement, hoping that whatever lies within these pages, will be the answers I'm seeking.
