Chapter 75

Elodie’s POV

Later that evening, I found myself in the library

It smelled of old paper and varnished wood, like an antique that had lasted hundreds of years. The sound of pages turning and pens scratching filled the stillness like soft rain, and I sat at one of the corner tables, watching.

My bag was propped against the chair leg with my notebook open, pen uncapped, and me, pretending to look bus