Chapter 10 : Reading Wren

*Amaya*

I could feel the intensity of Wren’s eyes burning holes in the back of my head as I slowly walked the rows of shelves in the library. I ran my finger along the bindings of the books as I read titles that I’d never heard of from authors I had no idea existed.

The library, like most rooms in this castle, was massive and filled to the brim with well-loved books. Two long wooden tables were situated in the middle of the room. Each had multiple stacks of books of various sizes, papers, and quills. The ornate rugs were threadbare as were the cushions of all the chairs. The room smelled like parchment, leather, and burnt wood. I felt as if I was wrapped in a blanket.