Blakely’s POV
Being careful not to be seen, I make it to the library and slip inside, standing still for a moment while looking around the room before spotting the place that Jake had grabbed the journals from.
I go over and sit on the floor beside it, leaning my back against the shelf as I start flipping through the books.
All the books look the same at first glance, the same leather bound on the outside and handwritten scrawl on the inside.
It is hard to tell which one was the one that I was reading before.
I guess it really does not matter.
With a sigh, I lean my head back and pull my knees up to my chest as I flip to the first page of one of the journals, instantly recognizing this as a different book than the one I had.
Might as well read it too, since we really have no idea
