Alpha Daryl
As Daryl drops my hand, the panic immediately rises, even though he was still stood in front of me, the fear of being attacked or beaten again had my heart rate speeding up and I fight the urge to hold on to him and turn to face the books.
Daryl closes the doors as he leaves and for once I do not hear it, I even check the door and he has not locked me in, a massive part of me relaxes and I look around the room at the floor to ceiling shelving of books when something catches my eye, in the top right corner of the bookshelf, grabbing the ladder I pull it over and climb up.
The book is dusty and looked like it had seen better days, the pages were well thumbed and no longer sat pristine in their
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