Chapter 30
#MBTACChapter30 — By the time night fell, the bookstore felt less like a sanctuary and more like the front lines of an unseen battle. The wards Lyra set up hummed faintly, their magic weaving through the walls and windows, giving the place an unearthly energy that made my skin tingle. Calder lounged in a chair near the fireplace, flipping through an old book with an air of nonchalance that grated on my nerves. Timothy stood near the front window, his gaze fixed on the street outside. He hadn’t moved much since dinner, his posture rigid, every muscle coiled like a spring. Nimbus had taken to sitting by him, the little traitor, his tail swishing in time with Timothy’s barely audible breaths. I tried to distract myself with paperwork—inventory sheets, overdue notices—but my mind kept dri
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