Chapter 16

An awkward pause followed. Eulalie made a face like she was clearly expecting a specific reply. When it didn’t come, she scowled and tried to turn her wheelchair again, promptly clipping the corner of the desk and tearing a chunk free.

“Do you need help with that?” asked Ingrid. “Your chair seems to be on the fritz.”

“Nah, I just don’t use it that often.” Eulalie winced. “I mean, I have another chair that is in the shop, and this is my spare. I’ll get the hang of it again.”

Tasia made a face, then looked away when she caught Ingrid watching.

“So we have records of this place on file,” said Aurora. “The Library was last seen centuries ago during an invasion.”

“An invasion?”

Aurora nodded. “The Greek Isles, by the Order. They claimed there was a problem with the local cryptid population, but I’ve learned to read between the lines. They wanted this place and failed to take it. I don’t know much about it beyond that. It’s one of the big legends that n