I gathered up my notes and stuffed them into my backpack, eyes and hand tired from writing, but mind a whole lot wiser. Everything I'd read told me Liam and his family were the corner stone of this place, and if I wanted to get to the bottom of the dream and Shaylee's anxiety I had to talk to him and hopefully his grandfather.

I'd almost forgotten the new librarian until Shaylee jabbed me on the way out with a shot of pure fear. A hand fell on my arm, his touch giving her the ...