Milena~
I blink countless times, staring at the book.
The Goddess has cursed me with another nightmare. Something strong enough to make me go crazy. It’s a nightmare; however, I can’t say for certain because the book is an inch away.
I pluck it off the shelf, flipping pages, making sure it’s the exact book. My mind tangles as my head swirls. Closing the book, a sigh breaks through my throat.
I’m not dreaming. I'm holding the book. Same book gifted to me years ago.
But how is it sitting on a shelf in Vladimir's library? Books don’t have legs to travel. Even if they do, they won’t travel to the wrong places.
Flipping the pages again, I study the lines—the annotations I made. This is truly my book. Maybe. Just maybe Vladimir has a similar one. I flip it to the end, my shoulders droppi
