Liam led me into the second floor library with a huge smile on his face. Now that I wasn't acting all weird and freaked out, he seemed to genuinely enjoy being there.

I'd managed to shove down my worry, hide it behind a smile and a veil of normal, but inside my mind churned. I barely registered the old carved bookcases at the front of the room, the heavy wooden desk or the vaulted ceilings painted with murals of beautiful people in old-fashioned clothing. Until I realized ...