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After our final class for the day, I head for the library, more than ready to take on my shift for the evening. I need to stay busy. And, with exams drawing close, the library stays open until midnight for students to get in their study sessions without any interruption. Unless you insult a particular ghost that vacates the space. I haven’t seen Tilly for a hot minute, nor think about her—not until I enter the library and see Luca deep in a conversation with Dibella, right by the front desk.

This made them sit up. Amara was reading a book on wolves, when he walked in. " Welcome, Alpha." She bowed. " Where did you get that?" He inquired. " The library." " The library? He thought, that was one of the places he had not checked. " When does it close?" He asked. " By five p.m." He took a glance at his watch, it was fifteen minutes to already. He rushed down there, and entered through the front door. The library was empty. There was no receptionist also. He went further into the rows of shelves, and he saw a shadow pass.

I had told him when I became Luna that he didn't have to lower his head when it was just the two of us, mostly because we spent so much time together that I was sure he'd develop neck problems if he did. Reed pulled up and parked in front of the oldest brick building in town, the library. While this place did house books on strategies, werewolf history and our records of the war, it was also our command center. A sign hung out front of the two story building that read, Private Collection: Appointment Only just in case any humans were travelling through town and tried to enter.

So I wanted to finish them as soon as possible. “You can go ahead, Mikan. I’ll just go to the library for a moment. I need to find a book,” I told her as we left the dining hall. She nods at me and waves goodbye. After she leaves, I quickly run towards the library. I glance down at the sports watch I’m wearing. It’s fifteen minutes before seven o‘clock. The library is still open until seven o‘clock in the evening. I hope I make it in time. When I arrive, the librarian greets me right away. I estimate that she’s around thirty years old. She’s wearing glasses, and her straight hair reaches her waist.

POV: Sienna Rhodes The New York Public Library's special collections division closes at six on weekdays, which means I have been here since nine this morning and I have been given nine hours to find what I am looking for, which is either enough or not enough depending on whether what I am looking for wants to be found. I am looking for Helena Moreau Sterling. Not the person. The record of the practice.

It didn't. "So." Mavo dropped into the chair across from me, entirely too interested all of a sudden. "New school. New hair. New attitude, apparently, since Mom told me you've been coming home late." "I haven't been coming home late." "You came home at midnight on Tuesday." "I was at the library." "The library closes at nine, Ezra." "There's a twenty-four-hour one downtown." "Since when do you use a twenty-four-hour library?" "Since I have a lot of reading to catch up on."

The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating. Then, quietly, Leo spoke. "Papa?" Damien's shoulders stiffened. "Can we..." Leo hesitated, glancing between me and his Damien, like he wasn't sure if this was the right time to ask. "The library is having a reading night with books and puppets. Can we go?" Damien turned to us slowly, trying to compose himself. "When is it?" "This weekend," I answered, worry still tight in my chest. "It's a public event."

★ It was 3:36 pm, and Vivian was busy with her librarian duties at the Great Hill Towns Public Library. “Have a good day, and don't forget to bring back the book on the due date to avoid paying the penalty fine,” she said with a warm smile as she spoke to a teenage girl borrowing a book from the library. Vivian felt a sense of satisfaction when she helped people find the right books, and she took pride in her work at the library.

Dim overhead lights cast long shadows between the rows, and the air carried that comforting, dusty scent of old paper and leather bindings. Lila Harper had worked the late shift at the circulation desk for three semesters. At 29, she was the youngest full-time librarian on staff, with sharp hazel eyes, shoulder-length chestnut hair often twisted into a loose bun, and a body that her modest cardigans and knee-length skirts couldn’t quite hide. She knew every quiet corner of the building, including which sections offered the most privacy after 9 p.m.

Maya asked. "Of course," Lora said. "The library is fully accessible." Maya spent forty minutes in the library, running her fingers along shelves of books that ranged from ancient leather-bound volumes in languages she didn't recognize to modern first editions she'd have killed to own. She pulled several out, examined them, put them back with the careful reverence of someone who genuinely loved books. Eventually, Lora had gently mentioned continuing the tour, and Maya had reluctantly left the library with a mental list of volumes she intended to come back for.