Chapter 20

It was a fricken library!

A fricken magnificent abysmal library!

I took a tiny step in– afraid it would disappear like a dream– and breathed in the glorious smell of books. My head was light and airy, like I had taken some weird drug.

Large, gothic, and intimidating bookshelves covered almost every inch of the wall and touched the ceiling. Filled with books of different colours and sizes.

In the middle of the library were two sofas, an office chair, and a desk. Sunlight filtered through the stained glass of the small dome above and through the windows. That, along with the cryptic painting and statues, gave the room an unearthly yet cosy aura.

The lamps hanging on the walls were bright enough to read under without ruining the mystic vibe.

It was a kind of library I had never seen before. It spelled out the taste and nature of its owner.

And it was perfect.

The urge to lunge at the bookshelves, stack up an unhealthy amount of books, and read till I dropped burned under my skin b