I couldn’t even think about that. I wasn’t going to fail. I was going to kill this thing before it killed me.

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

I managed to find exactly one helpful book in the million that cherub douche had picked out for me. It took me three skims to find one measly mention.

Also created by Melyn, the beast Bhrunyz, who—on demand from the Incan werewolves—is to remain in underhill indefinitely.

That was it. Nothing that Lucas hadn’t already told me. Which meant my last hope was somehow deciphering the catalog system to find the other titles Claudia had sent.

I grabbed the only book left in the pile that I hadn’t flipped through. It wasn’t on Claudia’s list, but I still felt like I had to check. Just in case. I flung back the cover and cringed at the loud rip that echoed through the library.

Oh crap.

I slouched down and looked around. I was still alone in the room, but shit. The book smelled old and was probably valuable. And now that I’d touched it, my scent was on it. Feidhelm was going to know who’d ripped the cover.

I held up the book. The front cover was hanging by one measly little thread. There was no fixing it, so I hid it between a few other books, hoping library douche wouldn’t notice. Although I was sure that was a total pipe dream. There was no way he wouldn’t check every single book he’d handed me for dog-eared pages. If he didn’t like me for my hair, he definitely wasn’t going to be happy with me when he realized I’d maimed one of his books.

Time for a break. I got up from the table. My back popped as I stretched.

It was getting late. Dinnertime. I was seriously hungry, but I needed to find at least one clue. I didn’t want to leave here empty-handed.

Moving over to the card catalog with all its pretty bronze pulls, I started opening the drawers. They were deceptively deep and filled with catalog cards listing book titles and subjects. Each card’s corner was marked with a bunch of numbers.

I opened three more drawers, but they were all the same. There had to be billions of cards. How in the hell was anyone supposed to find anything?

Slamming the current drawer shut, I opened a new one, but my strength got away from me again. The drawer went flying through the air, slamming into the wall. Cards rained down all over the floor.

“Fuck.”

“You’ve made a right mess.” Donovan laughed.

I sighed as I turned to face him. “Don’t tell the guy who runs this place.”

Donovan raised a brow. “Me? Don’t tell me? I think we’ve passed that.”

I rolled my eyes. “Not you. Feidhelm.”