Jemma’s [POV]
Erik grabs their coats and we’re off. They steer me down one hall and then the other, not another soul in sight—not a librarian, student—nobody. Which is a good thing.
Everyone else had somewhere to go over winter break. Me, not so much. Going home to see my father looking at me sternly over the edge of his paper and my mother locked away in her library on the phone with one colleague or another isn’t my idea of a nice time.
It surprises me Warren asked. No one but Brooklyn has ever cared enough to wonder why I never took a school holiday.
We take a left down one hall and another left which leads us to the first level. We pass row after row and each step of the way Erik and Daemon are beside me. Their heat is like a shield against all the fear creeping up trying
