ELLA POV
I looked around for somewhere—anywhere—to hide.
Nothing obvious.
The nearest table would leave me completely exposed, and the aisle beside me opened straight onto the main path. For one horrible second, I thought I was just going to have to stand there and accept the fact that I had followed Frederic Holloway into the library in the middle of the night like some kind of deranged stalker.
Then I spotted the narrow space behind a tall bookcase near the wall.
Good enough.
I slipped behind it and squeezed myself between the shelves and an old leather reading chair, trying not to think about how ridiculous I probably looked folded into a space clearly designed for dust and forgotten furniture.
Cami pressed herself down inside me.
‘Quiet.’
‘Fantastic advice.’
The footsteps kep
