A trip to the library would be necessary, as was usually the case even on normal days. I'd missed its magic and its promise for answers.
I piled my plate with every bread product on the table so I could drown my worries with the only food that mattered.
"Quarum sacra fero revelare," Seph murmured, and then dug in when her breakfast stayed breakfast. She glanced at me. "Oh yes. Just because I eat in here now doesn't mean I trust anyone. I'm forever scarred by moving food."
"I get it," I said, and repeated the spell.
She leaned in. "How was the food in the dungeon?"
"Not enough bread." I tore into a honey-glazed biscuit, taking as big a bite as possible.
She chuckled. "I figured."
"Murderer," a rusty voice said from above.
Seph and I looked up at the skull chandelier hanging above
