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One of the only things I loved.
Liam walks through the tables and walks right up to the librarian, Mr. French. He’s an older man with a large stomach and pink cheeks. His fine white hair is combed over to attempt to cover the bald spot on the top of his head. He looks up at us through his thick, silver rimmed glasses. “Can I help you today?”
“I’d like to access the archives,” Liam says.
The librarian frowns. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“My father’s archives,” he says.
Mr. French looks at me, then back to Liam. “With a guest?”
“Yes,” Liam says.
“She’s smells like an angel.”
“I am an angel,” I say. Flutters fill my stomach. I’m pretty sure it’s the first time I’ve said that. And it’s definitely the first time I felt it. It’s weird. As if the denial I’d been feeling finally wore off.
“She’s your responsibility,” Mr. French says.
“I’ll take care of her,” Liam says.
“Why would you need to take care of me?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” Liam says.
I purse my lips as I stare at him, silently judging. I don’t have a whole lot of confidence in him but my curiosity is piqued. Now I want to see this archive.
Mr. French lifts a chain from around his neck and passes it to Liam. “I’ll need the key back when you’re finished.”
“Of course,” Liam says. He glances at me. “This way.”
There’s a part of me that wants to head back to my room but I’m way too curious to walk away. “What’s the big deal about this archive?”
“Mostly the fact that some of the books are dangerous,” he says. “But there’s the other thing too.”
“Whatother thing?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” he says.
“Awesome,” I say. “So, I’m just supposed to trust you here?”
“Yes,” he says, totally serious. As if he’s got no idea why I wouldn’t trust him.
“I don’t even know you,” I say. “And the first time we met - “
“That was nice, wasn’t it?” he says, interrupting me.
I scoff. “Nice isn’t what I would say. You humiliated me.”
“But it was kind of hot, wasn’t it?” he asks.
I glare at him. Too pissed at myself for feeling a tingle in my core at the memory. What the fuck was wrong with me? I wouldn’t admit it, but it was kind of hot.
We’ve reached the back wall of the library and are standing in front of a plain wood door. Liam slides the key in the lock. “Stay on the path. If you fall off, you’ll die.”
“What?”
He doesn’t respond before stepping into the darkness beyond the door.
