Chapter 17 Run Away Him!

• Tatianna’s POV
• The library lies silent now, emptied of footsteps and quarrels. Only the low hum of candlelight keeps me company, flickering shadows over rows of forgotten wisdom. Dust dances in the air as I pull an ancient tome from the highest shelf. The leather groans beneath my touch — old, brittle, bound in sigils that hum faintly against my fingertips.
• The title, half-erased by time, reads: “The Writings of the Sun-Blooded Witches.”