Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
The library’s large double doors stood open. He stepped in and felt calmness wash over him, something this room did every time. Naomi had renovated it into a magical place that still carried the old-world feel about it. The high ceiling was ribbed with dark beams carved with ivy. The air was cool, even on the hottest day. Ivy House regulated the temperature to preserve the old volumes lining the rows upon rows of shelving. Flowers and leafy plants draped the windows and spilled out of planter boxes, fake but incredibly realistic-looking, lending the space natural elements to enhance the carved ivy.
He stepped onto the handwoven rug and meandered toward the stacks near the north wall, letting his mind wander. It took a moment before he felt the prickling sensation of danger.
He stopped and slowly turned to find the new shifter, Aljoe, sitting in the corner in one of the high-backed chairs. His ankle was crossed over his knee and a book rested in his lap. He glanced up from under his lashes as Sebastian surveyed him.
This guy was almost as scary as the basajaunak, with his weighted stare and coiled aggression. He had to shift before he lunged, though, something that slowed him down just enough that Sebastian could shoot magic as he was running away. It was the little things.
The shifter didn’t move, but suddenly Sebastian felt the expectation to explain why he was staring.
“That’s good.” Sebastian nodded at him before turning away. “You should teach that trick to the others.”
He went back to looking at the books, wondering which of his many questions he should focus on right now.
“What’s good?” Aljoe asked, and while he was just talking normally, everything out of his mouth seemed like a growled command. The man must’ve been a very formidable alpha. The whole pack must’ve pissed themselves every time something set this guy off.
Sebastian didn’t glance back, just kinda waved his finger in the former alpha’s general direction.
“Expressing what you want without speaking or moving.” He paused. “I mean, you probably did move, but I couldn’t tell you moved. I still knew what you wanted.”
“You were staring. Most people would deduce I wanted to know why.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised. The point is you communicated in a shifter-like way to a non-shifter. Sue and Aurora could learn a thing or two.”
“Aurora will.”
“Cool.”
A doll tottered in. It stopped in the middle of the room…and stared at Aljoe with a wide, non-human grin.
Sebastian shivered. He didn’t typically mind the dolls, but this one was off-putting. Aljoe glanced at it. His bearing turned hostile, though Sebastian couldn’t pinpoint why. And then…Aljoe slowly looked away, as though practicing his restraint. He clearly wanted to throttle the thing.
Sebastian turned away, scratching his head, his focus wandering. He mumbled his list of wants, pausing when the doll squealed with a weird sorta-laugh before tottering back out the door again.
Odd.
He went back to mumbling his list of wants, then his list of needs, trying to decide what books to pull out. He could put those aside for another day. Then, to pass the time, he could check out some of the grislier spells and see just how crazy things were back in the day. He wondered if his power level could handle them.
He also wondered if there were a better way to connect with Jessie and fuse their power. A way that might bump them up to a higher level than they could collectively reach now. They needed more power. That might give them the edge over anything Momar could throw at them.
“Start with the needs.”
It took him a moment to register Aljoe’s words. He glanced back. “Oh, sorry. I tend to talk to myself when I’m tired. And working. And thinking.”
“Speak louder. Go over your list of needs. It’ll help me understand the defensive issues facing us from your perspective.”
“Oh.” He smiled at the alpha.
A moment later, that intense stare melted the expression into a frown.
“Right.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Okay. Well…”
He let his fingers trail against the books as he walked the length of the room. He explained about the realization with the basajaunak and the shifters. “I’m not sure basajaunak can be bought. What would they do with the money? They live in trees. But shifters can probably be bought.” He cocked his head. “Gargoyles, too. Even if no one is bought, though, mages will inevitably slip into this territory. It’s only a matter of time. Maybe they already have. Gathering information is just as dangerous, if not more so, than sneaking in to kill.”
He glanced up, expecting Aljoe to ask why. Most people would have.
Instead, he somehow got the picture that the former alpha understood the danger of gathering intel, how it might be used later, and to keep talking.
“Very useful, that trick,” Sebastian muttered. “I need to learn it. Imagine if I can tell people to go away without having to interrupt what I’m doing to actually speak.”