Calista
What do you know about the Book of the Damned?
Ruth remained silent, unable to meet eyes with me. “Answer me, Ruth.”
“Calista, there is so much that is more than me and…” She started her explanation, fidgeting with her hands, her heart rate was up and beads of sweat formed over her forehead. It was a clear sign that she was trying to come up with a lie or play around the truth.
“No.” I stopped her. “No, no more vague and ominous answers. Just give me yes or no,” My voice was hoarse.
“I know about the Book of the Damned and…” She was looking at me now, more like into my soul. “and it’s here.”
My breath caught in my throat. The air around us felt charged, like a storm was brewing just beneath the surface. The Book of the Damned was here—in this very library. In the library, whe
