Chapter 198
- Emilia’s POV
- The library smelled faintly of leather and old paper. It was a comforting scent that reminded me of rainy days spent lost in novels. But this wasn’t a comforting moment. I was surrounded by stacks of folders and records, Alaric’s laptop open to a clutter of tabs.
- “Read that again,” Alaric said, his voice tight, as he handed me a document from the pile.