Maisie
I shivered as the heavy air touched my skin. The torches were lit, but the air was cold.
Being back here hadn't changed much. The creeping sensation winding down my spine. The feel of eyes that weren't really there watching curiously.
I ignored it, balancing precariously on the top of the shelf's new ladder. It was no wonder the progress with the books were slow. No one wanted to come in here. Not even Aimee, for all her love for books, wanted to be in here. There was something off about it, and it stuck to your skin uncomfortably like goo.
I squinted at a title. The Mating Dance of Dragons.
