When I finally found a couple of books, I sat down at the large oak desk and started flipping through them one page at a time. The scent of aged parchment and ink filled the air, a familiar smell in places like this, but it didn’t do anything to calm the storm raging inside me. I wasn’t reading everything in full. I was just skimming through the texts, urgently scanning for one thing and one thing only—Lilith’s name.

She was the only person dominating my thoughts at the moment. ...