Easier said than done. The room was massive and crammed with books. While she dealt with the security system, I started running my hands on the titles. “None of it’s in f*****g English,” I growled.
“It’s Fae.” A light turned on in the corner, and Saris smiled at us softly from her chair. “All of this literature was written thousands of years ago, in the language of magic.”
Immediately, I positioned myself in front of Lunessa. “How are you doing back there?”
“Almost there,” she panted.
I stared at Saris. “Can you read the language of magic?”
Slowly, she stood, and I tensed, but she didn’t appear to have any magic. Nor was she screaming in alarm. “I’m a scholar. Multiple degrees in ancient dead languages. I’d never even felt challenged until I was invited here. Years, and I’ve barely ma
