I brushed through the pages, my hands quivering.
Slowly and undetectably.
Her words rang all over again in my head. That must've been what happened to Bridget.
My chest tightened, grief washing through me all over again.
"You've found the book. So leave."
"Can I take this with me?"
Her brows furrowed. Tightened. A scowl left her lips. "This is why I hate helping people, have you forgotten your agreement with me?"
She was right. I had promised to leave once I found the book but I couldn't just leave without it. Not when I finally found something that had direct ties to Bridget's death.
"Can I at least take pictures of some of the pages?" I asked, pleading. My eyes locked on hers, desperate.
Her hardened gaze softened for a bit as she scowled. "I'm only doing this because of Rowan,
