*Amaya*

I could feel the intensity of Wren’s eyes burning holes in the back of my head as I slowly walked the rows of shelves in the library. I ran my finger along the bindings of the books as I read titles that I’d never heard of from authors I had no idea existed.

The library, like most rooms in this castle, was massive and filled to the brim with well-loved books. Two long wooden tables were situated in the middle of the room. Each had ...