“And I’m surprised you walked in here by yourself, knowing exactly who we are and what we can do.”
I rolled my eyes, crossing my legs under the table. “Please. If I’m not home in one hour, best believe your library is getting torn down.”
Her gaze flicked over me. “Seeing as that hasn’t happened yet, you clearly haven’t told him.” She eyed me suspiciously, hesitating as though hating every word that was about to leave her mouth. “What is it you want from us?”
Sighing, I glanced around at the shelves before settling back on her. I bet she'd been living on edge since yesterday, thinking I’d tell him.
She cocked her head, leaning back at last, arms crossing over her chest. “What do you want, Sanora?”
I went straight to the point.
“Tell me everything you’ve found out about Thrax.”
Silence fell. We stared at each other for what felt like hours, locked in a battle of will, until she suddenly burst into laughter. It rang sharp through the library, drawing irritated glances from readers nearby, but she didn’t care. Tears gathered in her eyes as she shook her head. “Oh, dear Sanora,” she said, dabbing her cheeks. “You’re so funny, girl.”
Her laughter died, but she kept staring at me as if waiting for the next joke.
I only drew in a breath, matching her stillness like this was a contest neither of us intended to lose.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be seeking truths about Thrax from anyone else—least of all an unstable girl from a bloodline that dedicated their days to finding him.
But my hands were tied. He didn’t look like he was going to tell me any in-depth detail about himself, only keeping our relationship superficial. And honestly, I didn’t want to probe because I knew it would be harder to not get attached if I knew how he’d been living his life.
But that was before I left.
That was before I had the dream of what happened to him in that cave he told me he had never lived. Although I shouldn’t conclude it was the same cave yet, but if it was, then I had to know.
Because it meant the history the world knew wasn’t really thehistory. It wasn’t the truth. If Thrax had really killed the offspring, then why did they seem so close, why had Thrax been lying on the floor while she tried to conjure something as if to bring him back to life?
There should be more, and since Amelia’s bloodline had been on his case for a long time, they should have found something tangible that ninety percent of the world knew nothing about.
What had really pushed me here, though, were Winifred’s words in the car.
“I won’t let you surrender your life to break the bastard’s curse.”
I was very certain I heard that right. He’d been talking about Thrax. And although I didn’t understand the part where I had to surrender my life, I understood that he meant Thrax’s curse could be broken.
Thrax’s curse could be broken?
Nobody on earth knew anything about that one. The world only knew he was cursed with immortality. There had never been mention of it ending. I couldn’t risk asking him, not until I knew if it was even possible or true.
Finally, Amelia pushed her hair back, her jaw set. “There is no fucking way I’m handing over my bloodline’s legacy to someone who isn’t blood.”
“You gave me that book just fine,” I said with a shrug.
“Yes, because it benefitted me.”
“And how is this different? You’d still benefit.”
She huffed. “And what exactly am I supposed to gain when you’re as clueless as a newborn?”
I smiled. “Your life?”
She cocked her head, one brow lifting. “Are you threatening me?”
“It doesn’t have to get to that.”
“Well, I’m happy to inform you that I cannot surrender any information generations have spent their lives chasing. If you want to know anything about him, go ask him yourself.” She crossed her arms. “And you’re free to tell us whatever he tells you.”
