THE KNIGHT ANGEL
Standing in front of the Shears once more, I held Haralabos’s book in my hand. The one small thing I had decided would get me back into Iris’s good graces was to give her the book back. Or at least tell her why I took it. The mechanism on the giant door seemed infinitely louder when I pulled on it tonight, the ancient oak somehow mindful of my wish to remain discreet.
I descended to her level, but to my surprise she wasn’t there.
Her schedule says she was supposed to be, you weird stalker.
“Okay, stop,” I snapped at myself. I needed to backtrack. I moved back to the entrance hall, looking toward the main doors and the marble double staircase leading around the foyer and up to the main levels. Walking to level seven, I noticed no one seemed to be working tonight. Strang
