Within an hour of locating Vince within the library of the abandoned high school, volumes of cryptid, supernatural, and celestial research had been set upon every viable surface and even spread across the floor in an array of sporadic knowledge. Every pair of eyes within the space had been glued to a form of text; all but Tate who could only focus on Avery. He would manage to read a few lines of ancient text, only to lift them a few seconds later with the stunning woman across from him, completely unaware of her beauty or her effect on him.
He became entranced by the way her eyes spilled across the page in deep focus while her fingers would trace the words while she learned them. But it would be the rise and fall of her breath, the exhausted sighs from her lips, and the overall persona ac
