Chapter Twenty-Five
Rowan's POV
The sound echoed through the archive longer than it should have. A handful of books had fallen from one of the oldest shelves, yet the noise seemed to linger between the rows long after the last cover hit the floor. Mira stood frozen where she was, staring at the mess like she expected the books to explain themselves.
For a moment, neither of us moved. Then she slowly turned toward me. "I didn't touch anything." Her expression was so genuinely offended by the accusation she imagined in my head that I almost ignored the symbol entirely.
Almost. Instead, my gaze stayed fixed on the section of shelf that had been exposed when the books fell. The symbol hadn't been there before. Or at least it shouldn't have been.
That shelf had existed for generations. I k
