I had a choice? Well, that was new information and something that brought my irritation levels
back up.
The metal stairs creaked as someone came up. I shut the book, slid it away from me, and turned for the shelf behind me.
A groan sounded from behind me, and I caught sight of an older woman holding way too many books.
Running toward her, I grabbed as many as I could. “Let me help.”
“Thank you, dear,” the woman muttered as her face came into view, no longer covered by the stack of books.
She had wrinkles around her soulful brown eyes, and straight grey hair that ended just past her shoulders. “You must be Cait. I’m Serene,” she said politely once all the books were on the table.
Ah, I should have known. “It’s nice to meet you, Serene. I was hoping to at some point, but thought I’d s
