Liora’s POV
“Go away, Zane. I’m still mad at you.”
I turned away from Zane, clutching the pile of books closer to my chest, and walked further into the stacks. The library was quiet at this hour, which was exactly why I had come here. I wanted to get away from the gossip surrounding Bianca—it was just a bitter reminder of the mistake I’d made in giving those pictures to Zane—and hide for a while.
But Zane, of course, followed me. He had been following me for half the day, even though I had been trying to avoid him like the plague. The guy never seemed to give up.
“I just want to talk, Liora,” he said, sauntering after me.
“Well, I don’t.” I ran my finger across the spines of some books and selected one—the title was “The History of Witches: From Soothsayers of Historica
