Unwanted Luna Reborn at Seventeen
But my mind kept wandering back to the awful things she’d said just before I died, and that strange stone in Cassidy’s pocket.
“Mia,” I suddenly said after swallowing my cookie, desperate to change the subject, “you work in the library. Are you allowed into the restricted section?”
My friend nearly choked on her water. “Why are you asking about that?”
I leaned in closer. “There must be some books on black magic, right?”
Mia just stared at me for a moment, clearly trying to gauge if I was fucking with her or not. When I maintained my expression, she glanced around furtively before nodding.