Syzar’s silence back at the library had felt like a message to Celeste that she was free to use the royal library when she pleased, and Anora was right.
No one had searched for her or disturbed her while she hid there in her spare hours.
Using her leisure time, she tried to decipher what she could from the text she recalled from the journal she read.
It held coordinates that confused her, and a transcription that referred to the benefactor's precious person.
She couldn’t understand who it meant, but she needed to look at the book once more.
She trailed back to her room, slipping inside just as she tucked the small paper with her deciphered notes under the bed. The door opened, and Blanca caught her reaching beneath it.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing!” Celeste muttered, nearly jumpi
