Chapter 84

Lucian's grandiose instructions, research something, had left me in the mansion's sprawling library with absolutely no clue what to look for.

Every shelf was crammed with books that ranged from ancient leather tomes to neon-colored journals. The place was overwhelming, and I was this close to ripping my hair out.

"What the hell am I even looking for?" I muttered, glaring at the sea of books like they had personally offended me.

The library's silence was oppressive, save for the faint rustle of paper as I flipped through a random book.

It didn't help.

It was written in some language I couldn't even begin to understand.

Latin maybe? Doesn't look like Latin?

Great.

I slumped back into the oversized chair, letting out an exasperated sigh.

This was ridiculous.