Lulu
The next morning, after breakfast, that faint bitterness was still sitting in my chest. The attack from those sorcerers… and Morpheus’s magical aura from last night. His presence clung to my mind far more than I liked to admit.
I shook my head lightly. Not my business. It shouldn’t be my business.
Yet my chest tightened every time I remembered him. Bloody hell. It was like my brain had been wired specifically to keep thinking about him.
“Are you alright, Miss Lulu?” Dalila asked, clutching two mugs of coffee. “You look like… someone who’s just been visited by a ghost in their dreams.”
“Close enough,” I muttered, taking the mug. “But I need your help today, Dalila.”
“What is it?” Her eyes widened, bright with excitement.
“Can you take me to the library?”
Dalila blinked at me b
