Cleo
“Cleo?” I heard Duncan call my name. “Peach? Are you home?”
“I’m in here!” I called from my father’s study and he pushed the door open further.
“What’re you doing in here?” he asked and looked at the piles of books I had stacked.
“I thought I should go through all of the father’s books,” I said. “In case there were any other hidden surprises we should know about.”
“Anything good?” He asked and looked through the first couple piles closest to the door.
“Nothing on dark magic,” I sighed. “But there’s quite a few on magical creatures. A whole shelf was dedicated to our family history; whole records of what happened during their times of rule.”
“Anything on vampires?” He asked.
“Nothing more than what Pluto has already found,” I replied. “He took any book th
