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“No, this library is a temple of sorts. It doesn’t change.” Morbid stepped into the lower level and outstretched an arm. “The realms before Saith.”
Rune glanced over the space. It was as expansive as the upper level, rows of bookshelves filled the space. It would take time for Rune to navigate this, if Familiar organized the books in any meaningful way.
“Will your people allow me entry when I return?”
Morbid smiled, slapping Rune’s back. “If you are here, you were invited.”
Rune nodded. “Have you heard of an Elysian Queen?”
Morbid scratched the back of his neck and crossed the room before crouching down scanning the books. He selected a leather-bound book and returned to Rune. “She was a goddess worshiped long ago.”
Rune took the offered book. It had no title on the cover. He turned it to see its spine was just as blank. He glanced at the books to find all the spines blank. Darkness, his head hurt just looking at it.
“She is the goddess of wheat and harvest,” Morbid said.
Rune thinned his lips. Hardly something Saith would view as a thorn in his side. “May I remove books from this library?”
“Of course.” Morbid laughed. “I will take my leave. Angelique needs tending.”
Rune inclined his head at Morbid and he disappeared. Rune took a seat at the closest table, opening the book.
It contained information on farming. Rune flipped through pages as it described plants and how to best care for them. Illustrations depicted different stages of growth. Just when Rune was going to close the book deeming it useless, he thumbed over a portrait of a woman.
She stood in a wheat field with her face upturned to the sky. Her hair and eyes were both golden, the color of wheat. Her fingers ended in dainty claws and fine boned wings were folded against her back.
Beneath the painting read: THE ELYSIAN QUEEN, GODDESS OF WHEAT AND GOOD HARVEST
Rune flipped the pages finding no other information on the goddess. He glanced at the dozens of bookshelves filled with books of the exact same size and color. Each of them blank. He returned his book and went to the north-facing corner. He walked to the end of the shelf and took the first five books off the top.
He would read through the night here and visit his night breeze at a decent hour of the morning.
Chapter seventy-four
Fayeshoweredanddressed,making her way into the kitchen. She cut some fruit as Sparrow made eggs and toast.
“I should have stolen that talisman,” her sister grumbled.
Faye ate a bite of fruit and kicked her ankle.
“Ow, bitch. You can’t say the food wasn’t amazing.”
Faye didn’t respond as she took her seat. Her mind often drifted to Rune. She’d been happy for a time with him. Those weeks seemed like a lifetime ago.
Faye expected her village to go back to what it had been before she met him, but Rune left the healer and staff at aunty Clara’s house. With the new homes being built, other Anarians came to settle in Alexander as well.
She was thankful for his assistance but had to remind herself of their differences constantly. It was too easy to fall back into his arms.
I am yours to command, my love.His amended statement, incorporating her world into his. He’d been gentle and considerate with her.Darkness help her. She missed him.
A knock sounded at their door, and Faye exchanged a glance with Sparrow.
Her sister shrugged. “It’s been over a week. He stayed away longer than I thought he would. Want me to tell him to fuck off?” Sparrow said the last loudly at the door.
Faye nodded. She couldn’t face him. Seeing him brought back too many memories.
Sparrow opened the door enough to lean in the doorframe. “She broke up with you. That means she doesn’t want to see your vampire face anymore.”
“I found a way to locate her altar.”
