Chapter 877 You Haven't Changed

• Posey
• The brisk night air is a welcome relief to my lungs. I drink it in, my breath coming in misty white puffs. I move through the darkness carrying my books, which, technically, I shouldn’t be allowed to just take from the archives, but Arthur watched me stalk by and simply glanced at me over the rims of his ridiculously thick half-moon spectacles.
• The castle guards roll back the front gate without so much as a glance in my direction, having grown used to my comings and goings, and I’m thankful for it. I’m even more thankful when I reach my room without running into another soul.