Chapter Twenty-One
Proserpina“This is all of it, I think.” Becket sets a stack of books next to me and then leans against the library table I’m currently staring down at. “Poe? Proserpina? You here?”
I manage to break my attention away from the small piece of paper I was staring at and offer him a grateful smile. “Yes, hiiii. Thank you for bringing these over here! Is that everything from the cart?”
“It is,” Becket says, folding his arms and smiling down at me. He’s so tall, and even though I know he’s not necessarily a dominant person, it trips all my submissive wires, and I want to twine around his legs like a cat. “What were you looking at?”
“Oh,” I say, moving my attention back to the table. “I read Dr. Davidson’s book about ancient British religion. She mentions the Tho
