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Logan was holed up in the corner of the Egyptian room in the archives, dourly flipping through the piles of research Noomi had pulled for her on werewolves.
Though she was still suspicious of the archivists, she agreed with Gia that Noomi was probably okay. Painfully proper and circumspect, Noomi had never stepped a toe out of line for as long as Logan had known her.
Noomi worked her entire life to achieve the position of head archivist, and when it came right down to it, Logan didn’t think she would do anything to jeopardize her job. And Noomi seemed genuinely appalled that such a thing had happened on her watch. She’d offered to resign her post—practically prostrating herself at Gia’s feet. But right now, they needed her, so Gia had put her to work.
“Here are some more accounts of
