Chapter 55. Dangerous Interest

DOVE

As I entered the library, I breathed in that air filled with the scent of new and old books, all located in one place that I loved. I would never tire of entering that library; it was a happy place where peace crossed with passion.

When I opened one of those many thousands of books, a new world began to take shape in my mind. I also liked to illustrate them on paper, with watercolors with the help of a brush, imagining what those characters that so captivated me would be like.

“Your Majesty,” Jason greeted, making the appropriate bow.

I shook my head; I didn’t want any more adulations, just trying to live a bit of normality amidst all the drama.

“Call me Dove, please,” I smiled, trying to be friendly. “I need you to help me find this book…” I began to describe, showing him the drawing of the page from Mirna’s notebook.

“Who drew this?”

I was surprised that he had taken confidence so quickly, but he was young like Clarisa and wasn’t afr