Chapter 3
Lianne groaned, slowly regaining consciousness. Her head ached, pulsating with each thundering beat of her racing heart. When she tried to open her eyes they instantly fluttered back closed. Warmth surrounded her. Something soft and velour pressed against her skin. “No,” she mumbled when the memories of Ravenna flooded into her mind. “Please no,” she whispered. When a chilly hand touched her forehead, she stiffened, forcing her eyes open. “You!”
“Lianne,” Ravenna whispered. “I—” her words were cut short when Lianne threw one hand into the air and shrieked.
“Stay away from me,” she screamed. Lianne’s frantic gaze darted around her surroundings. Rows upon rows of books lined the massive shelves that completely encircled the room, most covered with antique leather bindings. Candl
