XXXIV
Miri rushed through the halls of the History and Magical Sciences Building. The colonnaded lobby rose up around her, and she pulled her purse closer as the air-conditioned breeze hit her.
She passed an oblong pond filled with blue koi that nipped at the surface of the water as an automatic feeder dispensed brown pellets for them to eat. The pond usually calmed her, but it wasn’t working today.
She was back. Just yesterday she had been sitting in her office on the verge of a migraine. Now she was on the verge of the greatest study ever done by a historian.
She wanted to be back with Old Dark, not here. To hell with Rosehill and his demanding ways!
But Lucan had convinced her otherwise.
If she wanted to continue studying Old Dark, she didn’t have a choice. If the governor unravel
