LIORA'S POV
The engine of the work truck was brought to a stop, leaving the gravel driveway in a sudden silence. We all sat there for a while, the smell of sweat, sawdust, filling the cramped truck.
Marcus was already reaching for his door, and Kira was stretching her arms over her head, her joints popping after hours of handling the library’s logistics.
"I'm going straight for the shower," Kira announced, hopping out of the back. "We reak of sweat covered with dust, I’m going to lose my mind."
I was too busy staring at the front porch, my fingers tracing the jagged edge of the note still hidden in my pocket.
"Liora?"
I flinched as Renn’s hand landed on my shoulder. He was still sitting in the driver’s seat, his eyes searching mine with those deep brown eyes.
"You've been weird al
