EVA LEVESQUE
“Take me to him, Mr --” I tell the old man and eventually trailed off, I didn’t even know his name.
He looked at me suspiciously then cleared his throat.
“It’s Pietro, you can call me Pietro.” He muttered under his breath then walked up to my side. “I don’t want trouble ‘ya know, he just keeps pestering me every day to see you.”
I nodded in agreement. He led the way and I noticed the familiar hallway that led to the library. I walked with careful steps behind him. I noticed that he was limping along the way, I scanned his leg for injuries but didn’t see any fresh bandages.
“I lost a good foot during a fight with some monsters in the forest fifty years ago,” he started. I almost jump and looked at him, he was still moving forward and was not looking in my direction. How d
