ScarlettThe problem with living in the city is that everything is too close together and locked doors don’t stand a chance against my kin.Aunt Cerelia and Uncle Soren like to drop in unexpectedly. Mom barges in like she built the damn house herself. Which, to be fair, she probably helped fund. Dad once broke the door off its hinges just to ask if we had spare coffee, since he can’t drink the swill they’re trying to poison him with at the inn.So when Erik takes my hand just after Cerelia leaves and says, “Come with me,” in that voice, the one that makes me tremble in anticipation, low, rough, and barely leashed, I don’t ask questions. I just follow.He leads me two streets down, then up a narrow flight of stairs tucked between a bookstore and a shuttered bakery. The building looks abandoned from the outside, but the wards along the door pulse with quiet strength.“It’s my mother’s old reading room,” he says, unlocking the door. “She doesn’t use it anymore. She used to come here when
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