169. Cozy Library

Closing the door behind me, I stepped into Stone Lock’s cozy library.

At the room’s center, Lysandra sat at a table beneath a cluster of sun shards hanging from the ceiling. Book in hand, her eyes trailed across the pages as she read.

When I entered, her attention slid to me. “She is asleep, right?”

“Yup, out cold. She said she’ll come down whenever she wakes up.“ I pulled out a chair and sat down at the square table. Remembering my promise to Saelia not to tell Lysandra about our conversation, I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.

My mouth curved into a teasing grin at the angelic woman and I nodded at the book. “‘The Needful Elf’? You and Saelia really do enjoy cultured literature.”

“Yes, I do. What is it to you?” she said, a hint of sheepish defensiveness coloring her expression.

“Nothing,” I said with a small chuckle. “You just don’t seem like the type.”

“Oh? What ‘type’ am I?” she asked, a hint of annoyance and challenge creeping into her voice.