Lulu
I hadn’t realised how quickly time had passed. Two months since my fire-wolf heart was stolen, since I woke up in a cabin deep in the forest.
I sat at the long table in the Sapphire Water library, old archives piled all around me. The papers smelled damp, the ink nearly faded. My hands moved slowly as I traced event after event, trying to follow a thread that felt more fragile every time I pulled too hard.
I agreed with Caspian about checking the restricted section and digging through whatever books we could find there. That agreement only happened after I’d nearly lost my life at his hands. Turns out most men aren’t very practical thinkers—they need disaster to strike before they realise the risk.
Caspian headed for the old newspapers and tabloids, spending almost half an hour wr
