Olivia’s POV
We were in the royal library, surrounded by walls of old tomes, scrolls, and books that smelled of dust and age. The quiet was heavy, broken only by the occasional sound of a page turning or a frustrated sigh.
We had searched almost every shelf, every hidden compartment, every creaking drawer. Liam’s brows were furrowed in frustration as he flipped through another thick volume.
My fingers were sore from flipping through pages, but I didn’t stop. We had to find the truth—something, anything that could explain why Caleb was in danger. Why the prophecy was so important.
After hours of searching, exhaustion started to creep in. My body ached, and I leaned against the table beside Liam. He looked just as tired—sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy from raking his hands through
