“Come with me,” he said, already turning.
I frowned. “Where?”
He didn’t look back. “You’ll see.”
With a quiet sigh and a racing heart, I followed him—part of me wondering what he was about to show me... and the other part still whispering get answers tonight, Vanya.
“Kross, what are you—”
He pressed a finger to my lips and shook his head, signaling me to be quiet. His other hand slid into mine, guiding me down the dim corridor of the library’s farthest aisle—past the “Restricted Access” sign, past the last flickering lantern on the wall, into a shadowed corner where barely any light touched the shelves.
“This section’s off-limits,” he whispered near my ear, his breath warm. “Librarian rarely comes here... unless someone makes a sound.”
Before I could respond, he turned suddenly and
