Angel is still walking, his hand a steady, cool anchor in mine. I follow lazily, in silence, letting him pull me through the maze of the mansion.
My eyes drift over the walls, the high ceilings, the darkened portraits.
Since I opened my eyes in this body, I've barely seen this place. Just Zyren's room, the office, the main halls.
I never imagined a mansion this cold could hold secrets like this.
He stops at an old, heavy-looking door and pushes it open. It groans softly. Inside, it's not a room—it's a cavern. Dark, smelling of old paper and forgotten years.
A library...?
"Angel," I murmur, "what is this place?"
"The mansion's old library," he says, his voice a soft echo in the vast dark.
"This side isn't used anymore."
My eyes try to adjust, scanning the towering, shadowy shelves. Angel lights a single candle, the flame dancing in his hand, and picks up a small brass holder.
"Let's go."
