Aria Snow pov :
The library was my sanctuary.
Before everything happened—before the bullying, the lake, and the coma—this was the only place I felt safe. The smell of old paper and dust was better than any perfume. The silence was a warm blanket.
"Finally," I whispered, inhaling deeply.
I walked to the back corner, the secluded spot near the history section where the Wi-Fi signal was weak and the shadows were long. I placed my new copy of Jane Eyre—the one Lucian had given me—on the table.
Outside the library’s glass doors, three faces were pressed against the pane.
Caspian looked like a kicked puppy.
Killian was pacing back and forth, glaring at every student who walked by.
Lucian was checking his watch, probably timing my solitude down to the second.
I had banned them fro
