I got something to eat for breakfast and took it into the library. As soon as I walked into the room, I saw Harper sitting at the desk.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked, my voice echoing softly amid the towering shelves of ancient tomes and dusty volumes.
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” she replied, her gaze flicking across the cluttered room, a myriad of books stacked haphazardly, their spines lined with faded titles and forgotten tales.
“Research. A lot of research,” I confessed, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “But I have a feeling I won't find what I need in these pages.”
Her brow furrowed in curiosity. “What do you mean?”
With a sigh, I leaned against the wooden table strewn with papers and scribbled notes. “I think I’m going to have to track thes
