Roman claps his hands across his knees before he stands up and walks carefully around the piles to the bookshelf. He eyes the long shelves before he plucks the first book on the top far left.
"Roman?"
He turns his head to look at me, candy cane still stuck between his teeth.
"Thanks for your help."
He smiles, his green brown eyes twinkling. "No problem, Luna."
I hiss as paper slices through skin, I watch as a flower of blood blooms and it slowly trickles down my ring finger. I reach across the stack of files and pluck a very dusty kleenex from it's box. Shaking it out a little, I wrap the wound.
"I hate this. We have gotten nowhere." I place the paper I was reading on the stack to my left. "There's nothing here, if there was I would have found it already."
Roman huffs and blows the
