The air felt different. Like, not just a little draft—Selene picked up on it the second she set foot in the east wing library. She’d basically avoided this part of the house since moving in.
Who could blame her, honestly? Those doors didn’t just creak—they practically shrieked, like they had beef with anyone gutsy enough to open them. And inside? Jeez. The place practically swallowed itself in shadows—ceilings so high you’d think they were trying to keep secrets.
Every step kicked up enough dust to start a snack, and, yeah, it felt alive, but not in some cool, “Look at me, I found a haunted mansion!” sort of way. More like the walls were holding grudges, waiting for you to mess up so they could laugh behind your back.
Of course, books are everywhere. Did you seriously think you’d walk
