Liora
I’d always loved the school library, even if I rarely had the time to enjoy it.
Lately, though, it had become my refuge. A quiet shelter from the chaos. Because in the library, there were rules, rules that meant silence, calm, order. And no one dared break them. Not unless they wanted to deal with the wrath of the librarians… and trust me, no one messed with the librarians if they valued their life, or at least their social standing.
After Jessica’s claws—and I meant that literally—I needed someplace with less glaring, fewer whispers, and preferably no glitter bombs in my locker.
And Mia was great but I really just wanted sometime to myself, considering we live together.
The rows of shelves felt like old trees, tall and watching. I slid my fingers along the spines of the nonfi
