“I’ll take you to the library.” Arlo said. His voice was calm, but his eyes kept scanning the hallways like he expected trouble around every corner. Gage stayed quiet, his face unreadable, but I could tell he was tense from the way his muscles stayed tight even when he gave me a faint smile.
We reached the library—a big room with tall shelves packed with books and scrolls. Sunlight came in through tall windows, and tiny specks of dust floated in the air. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, half amazed, half nervous. There was so much here, but would it help? Would it tell us what we needed to know about the pendant?
“Let’s start simple.” Gage said, pulling a ladder over to a higher shelf. “Look for anything about magical objects, old artifacts, or curses.”
Arlo nodded and op
