Wren's POVThe boy's gaze flicked over my shoulder.I saw him take in the sound of the voice, and the heavy, hurried footsteps, and the wild look on my face. His brows arched. "Is that Cassius Starling?" he said."Yes.""Ah." He swallowed. "Right. Er. Yes. This way."He took my wrist.His hand was cool and slightly damp, and his fingers were stained with ink. He tugged me around the cart, and through a narrow gap between two shelves, and down a dim, crooked passage lined with dusty periodicals that I hadn't known existed."Where are we going?" I whispered."Somewhere he can't find you.""He'll smell me.""Not where we're going."The passage dead-ended against a tall shelf of crumbling theology.I stared at it."Is this…?""Shh."He reached up, and pressed something on the underside of the third shelf, and with a soft click, a section of the bookcase swung inward on a hidden door.Behind it was darkness. And the smell of old paper, leather, and ink."Quickly," the boy whisper
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