Chapter 94 Fine Forgotten

• [XENA]
• I step out of the library with my head held just high enough to keep everything from spilling out of me, my nails still tingling from where I had pressed them too hard into my palms, drawing blood. The sting is already gone because I’ve healed, but the memory of it lingers. The blood-stained cloth is tucked in my other fist—reminding me of the librarian’s words.
• I tell myself I won’t think about Knox, I won’t think about the book he left, I won’t think about the way he knew I would come, because it doesn’t matter, none of it matters, and I just need to get back to that suffocating little room and be done with this day—and then I look up, and there he is.