Faking the Mate Bond
Vera followed us, carrying the books she had already read to return to the library.
Janus didn’t need a tour. He made himself at home instantly.
Vera and I exchanged glances, looking at Janus strolling around as if he owned that place.
I rarely came to the library in my previous life.
“Do you want another tragic romance?” Izumi, our royal librarian, asked. She stood on the other side of the circular library desk, intricately carved and styled out from the rosewood.
I looked at Vera, who blinked at me blankly and innocently.