MORIA
A door slams somewhere outside and I almost piss my pants.
It’s late and almost dark.
The empty class is starting to look less like a normal room and more like a sinister chamber of horrors.
Callum never showed up.
I sigh in frustration and start to pack up my books.
That’s what I get for trusting and waiting on a vampire.
It isn’t until I’m done packing up that I realize I need to return the giant textbook sitting in front of me.
I had borrowed it from Freya the wielder, for today’s lesson with Callum.
But only on the condition that I take it back to the Library of ancients myself.
The Library of Ancients sits somewhere deep within the bowels of Keepers Manor and I am not the least bit interested in going to that glorified cave at this time of the day.
Besides it would me
