Maisie
It turned it being able to read ancient books didn't at all equate to understanding it.
Whatever language this was, it was written with too many old words and phrases that no longer existed, making it impossible to make any sense of any of it. I needed time to translate it, when I wasn't panicking about being trapped for more than two hours in here with a man who kept making cynical remarks that made me want to commit murder.
Three insanely tall shelves and a thousand books later and we were both covered in sweat, and still hadn't found the lever.
The air was slowly growing thicker and that oppressing feeling was seeping into my bones, making me weary. Bastian had long shed his sweater and shirt, his bare chest dripping in sweat. If I hadn't been in a bond myself and if I didn't dislike him very much right now, might have appreciated the view.
But I couldn't get past the growing panic that we were trapped in a silver cage with no way out.
