My eyes blur as I push away another large tome, rubbing my forehead with the heel of my palm. Dang. The Bookkeeper wasn't lying when he said that he has a lot of books. But this? Is just ridiculous. I glare at the stack of eight books sitting in front of me. To my left I hear a loud groan escape Demon as he snaps another tome shut.
“This isn’t working,” the ancient being states, growling in frustration. “We’ve been down here for four hours now and nothing. And we haven’t made a dent! There has to be an easier way to find this counterspell.”
I nod, turning in my seat as Phantom floats down from his perch and Ian leans back in his chair. The older male removes his glasses from his nose, pinching at the bridge of his nose.
“What do you propose we do? The Bookkeeper already made it clear th
