Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.
“You’ve got a little on your ass,” Roger murmurs indifferently. “Come here, I’ll help you brush it off.”
I smirk, shaking my head, but ignore him and continue to page through the book. This one, to Roger’s point, is indeed heavily illustrated, with many pictures of occult ceremonies and practices that I find fascinating, if not a little disturbing. I’m letting my eyes drift over the description of a summoning ceremony when I turn the page and –
I stop, frozen.