Nausea coiled in my stomach, and my eyes burned with tears.
The skin-walker had seemed normal. Granted, I'd been distracted, but my theory of being able to tell exactly who I was talking to had crumbled before my eyes. Unless I was wrong, and that had been the real Mrs. Tentorville I'd been speaking to.
I waved down a raven swooping overhead, and once it landed at my feet, I rolled one of the job advertisements up and stuck it in his open beak. "Deliver that to Mrs. Tentorville," I whispered to it.
It flew toward the library exit and vanished before it hit the closed door. That confirmed the real librarian had left. So was the skin-walker in here with me, staying hidden?
I knelt to retrieve the dagger inside my boot, my eyes bugging out of their sockets to see everything at once. From behind me, something grazed my hair. My heartbeat slamming, I whipped around, but it was just a glittery leaf fluttering to the ground.