Mira's POV
The search for Adrian stretched into its third day without a single trace of him turning up, and by the time Rowan finally admitted the trail had gone cold, at least for now, I'd already decided I needed something to occupy my hands and my mind besides pacing the manor's corridors waiting for news that refused to arrive.
The pack library became that something, mostly by accident.
I'd wandered in one afternoon looking for a distraction, and found old Mr. Ferris, the librarian, standing in the middle of an absolute avalanche of books, muttering under his breath about a shipment of new records that had arrived without any clear indication of where they belonged.
"You look like you could use a hand," I said.
He glanced up, startled, then relieved in a way that suggested he'd be
