By Shadowlight Lake
The library was quiet except for the occasional rustle of paper as I flipped through the building schematics spread across the massive oak table.
I'd been over them a dozen times already, but Carson was right, I needed to know every possible exit route, every hiding place, every potential trap.
"You're going to memorize a hole through that paper," Odette commented, dropping into the chair across from me.
She'd changed out of her lab coat into yoga pants and a loose sweater, her hair pulled up in a messy bun.