AZALEA'S POV
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"This way," Sylric waves us over. "This entire section is of witches." My mind blanks, completely wiped for a moment as we round the corner, and the section consists of three levels. Each level has a stretch of books, and my heart stutters in my chest, the beating speeding up. "How...how are we supposed to get through all of this in one day?" I glance at Corbin with wide eyes. He shrugs, eyes just as filled with worry. "You can stay over. I can arrange clothes for all of you," Sylric glances between us, smiling sweetly. A woman with fair, light skin and light brown hair waltzes over, a small basket in her hand, her eyes trained on Lyra. I step in front of my daughter protectively, "Can I help you?" I grit out, my eyes narrowing on the stranger. "This is Cadence, she's her
