Layla’s POV
The healer’s archive smelled like dust and dried herbs. The old books were earthy in a faint way, like the past didn’t want to be remembered but couldn’t help itself.
I hadn’t come here for comfort, but because I couldn’t shake the way Alice looked at me.
She had been looking at me strangely for a couple of days, especially my stomach. I wanted to find out why.
That look was piercing, a bit mysterious almost like she was up to something. As I thought of these, Sophia waited for me by the doorway with her arms folded tight across her chest.
“Are you sure you should be down here, Luna?” she asked.
She was definitely scared but I wasn't.
“I’m sure I should be anywhere she isn’t,” I murmured, sliding my fingers along a shelf that was stacked with brittle scrolls.
Hara
