CALEB.
Kyle asked, his voice low and cautious. His senses were on high alert, his eyes scanning every corner for any sign of danger.
I pulled out a map of the library’s layout, which he had painstakingly recreated from memory of Helena's description. I pointed to a section marked “Ancient Texts.”
“The scroll should be in the back, near the restricted section. Let’s stick together and be quick.” I had only hypothesized this, but you can never be too sure.
We navigated through the dimly lit aisles, with slow and methodical steps. I allowed my fingers trace the spines of countless old books, many of which had titles in languages I couldn’t read. I studied a few languages, but I couldn't even remember some.
I tried so hard to stay focused on the task at hand, but the sense of unease that
