ZANE'S POV
The library smelled of old parchment and ink, a scent I’d grown familiar with in the past few weeks of searching for answers. I flipped through the brittle pages of a book I had already read a thousand times but still found nothing of use.
I sat across Nina, her brows were knotted, her eyes glued to the book in front of her, her nose scrunching up, a habit I’d begun to notice whenever she came across something that didn’t quite make sense to her.
I liked this…watching her, seeing the way her mind worked, the way she was determined to uncover the truth.
Spark liked it too.
I wasn’t even aware I was smiling until she lifted her head, her gaze sharp as she studied me.
"What’s got you all happy?" she asked, suspicion clear in her voice.
I quickly cleared my throat, forc
