Book Eight: Chapter 43

“Put them over there,” she said to Sofia, then shifted her eyes to an empty wooden crate in the corner. The young cyclops obeyed, kneeling down and carefully stacking the wrapped scrolls in the box. She tried to ignore the soft sound of Lukios and Agatha exchanging a kiss. It was an open secret that the satyr and the Head Librarian were a couple, but the two of them attempted to keep things proper while in the company of the other Librarians.

Lukios and Agatha exchanged words in a forgotten language, and then the satyr left. Sofia stood at attention, curious why she had been called in to speak with the woman.

“Has Lukios explained anything to you?” Agatha picked up a silver cup and sipped from it. The elderberry wine briefly stained her lips the color of crimson.

“No, ma’am.”

Agatha nodded her approval, then turned her attention to the book on her table. “We’ve lost two more portals this week,” she said. “Due to the witchcraft trials in England.”

Sofia