Chapter 15
Lucien kept close to Eve’s back, keeping his head on a swivel. A lot of power had been used here recently, a mixture of both kinds. It had created a magical storm of epic proportions and had destroyed many parts of the library.
Eve stopped in front of him. He glanced past her to see what she was looking at. A man lay crumbled on the ground wearing a long, brown robe, the same kind the monks wore at the monastery he sometimes visited, the same one Eve had returned from. To his left, a woman in a tattered and dirty dress had pressed herself into a corner, her eyes darting around the room like a cornered animal. They settled on Eve when Eve took a step toward her.
“Liane?” Eve asked quietly.
Lucien recognized the name. Eve’s former best friend, the same one who Eve thought had
