The inscription has said,
For the girl who reads at two in the morning. You'll find your way back to what you're looking for. You always do.
I had thought it was just something a kind stranger said.
"What does he want," I said. "What is he actually there for."
Dorian looked at me for a long moment.
"I think," he said carefully, "you already know."
I found Imogen in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs with her coat still on,
"come with me," I said to her. She came without asking where, which was one of the things I was already learning about her — that she made decisions fast, once she'd made them, and she didn't second-guess herself afterward the way I did.
We went to the fourth floor, the room was empty now, the wall bare, and the desk cleared of everything except the ghost of
