“Stop! Just…stop.” I cover her filthy mouth with my hands and take a look around the area. Thankfully, we didn't get a lot of patrons here, so nobody was within earshot.

I glare at her and gesture around us. She huffs before nodding.

“You’re not going to make me beg for information about your depraved sex life,” she quickly grumbles, her eyes narrowing at me, “Because we both know I will.”

She titters, a sound almost like an innocent little pixie, the complete opposite of the dirty conversation that just left her mouth.

She gives me another pleading look and turns her full black lips into a pout.

I laugh. “The only action I’ve had these days is highering the speed settings on my vibrator.”

Her eyes widen. “But yesterday, you said you couldn’t come out to Club Vilari with me because you had a date with a Bear!”

I erupt into laughter. “No, I said I had a date with Bear. That's what I named my rabbit ‘cause it's big, powerful, and can withstand a lot. Good dependable Bear.”

Mirin gapes. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for some self-satisfaction, but sometimes you need a big strapping man or woman, whatever piques your taste, to give you what your hand can't.” She shakes her head.

“And a vibrator can’t bend you over…or flip you to the side…” Her eyes start to go glossy, a small tilt to her lips as she continues.

”…Or fist your hair while he—”

“Okay! I get it.”

She gives me a salacious grin.

“Well, that's decided then. You and I are going to club Vilari tonight.”

“Mirin—” She places a hand up to silence me.

“I don't care what you say. Bear can sit the night out. You need some real action.” Mirin shakes her head, her eyes narrowed as she waits for me to challenge her.

I sigh. This little spitfire wasn’t going to give up.

“Fine, but only after we close and only for a few hours.”

A dark grin spreads across Mirin's face. Oh, I better be careful tonight. She might be contemplating throwing me face-first into an orgy with that look.

“I’ll have to ask Isaac to watch the Library later.”

“Tell tall, dark, and toned, I said hi.” She titters, always teasing him.

I head past her and the reception desk and through the back doors, down to the basement level where the Vault and Records are held.

Time to complete my duties as a librarian for the day.

CHAPTER TWO

I head down the basement stairs into the Vault, the large open floor only separated by a single room for the Records. The large area is covered from floor to wall in varying shades of gray. With large white decorative half pillars flowing along the surface up to the basement ceiling, framing old fresco and tapestry art hanging in each section of the walls.

The Vault is always lit somberly, the magic here strong and old. Runes and sigils are marked throughout the room, from the floor to the ceiling and everywhere in between.