Liora
The library door closed behind me with a soft click, and for a moment I just stood there, leaning my back against the cool wood.
My cheeks were still warm, my hands tight around the worn book like it was the only solid thing in my world.
Why did I feel so light? Like I wanted to go back in there. I should hate him, curse him out for everything. So why?
I forced myself to move, to get some distance between me and that quiet space that had suddenly started to feel too small. The hall stretched ahead, bright, silent, and empty.
My feet patted over the soft carpet, keeping a eye out for the door Callum had mentioned.
Callum.
His voice, his eyes when he’d looked at me, the way my chest had tightened at how close he’d been over my shoulder, just behind me. It all tangled together
