Betrayal under the wolf’s moon
He said.
My nerves were fraying. “Gee, thanks.”
Inside, the air was thick and dry, like a tomb. Dust coated everything, the bookshelves, the tables, the cracked floor tiles. I tried to ignore the swirl of emotions rising from my stomach like bile. It felt like deja vu, only that a lot of things were different this time.
“The secret room should be behind that shelf,” I said, pointing to a wall of crimson books.
Luca moved ahead, pulling one of the books out. “Do I pull books out to move it or what?”
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