Rowan's POV
The light faded slower than it had arrived, silver fading back into the ordinary gray of early morning, and when the archive finally settled into stillness again, the stranger hadn't moved an inch from where he'd been standing the entire time.
"You should probably sit down," he said, entirely too calm for a man who had just watched an entire room flare with magic he apparently had no trouble standing in the middle of. "Both of you look like you're about to do something regrettable."
"Start with your name," I said, "before I decide something regrettable myself."
He inclined his head slightly, unbothered. "Adrian."
"That's not enough."
"It's a start." He glanced around the archive, taking in the shelves, the scattered books still lying open on the table where Mira had left
