Silver sucks in a little gasp and I feel like a dick. Should have definitely kept that little nugget to myself.
It’s not even fucking true, either. But here I am, threatening the limbs of anyone that might upset her, andI’mthe damn idiot who's got her upset.
Considering my track record of spouting nasty shit in front of her, I better watch myself.
“Sorry, man, didn’t mean to sound like such a prick,” I say.
Silver’s eyes go massive and she gives me this little sincere smile that has my chest going weirdly tight.
Damn.
Thisisa damn bonding activity.
“Anyway, while you two were having a tea party,” Silver says with a cheeky grin. “I was having an enlightening conversation with the ghost librarian. Apparently, she’s been overseeing a bunch of new shipments upstairs or she’d have been by sooner.”
“Ghost... librarian,” Dante repeats, sharing my absolute fucking confusion.
“Are you saying there’s a ghost in here right now?” I ask. My neck prickles as I glance around the room. It’s creepy enough being down here without adding dead librarians to the mix.
“Sure. She was helpful last time, too, when Roscoe and I were looking for the way down here while we were trying to find the cure for Fabian’s curse.”
Dante hums under his breath. “I wondered how you managed it.”
“I have friends all around the city.” Silver grins.
“Dead friends,” I mutter, causing her to dig her sharp little elbow into my ribs.
“Anyway, my ghost librarian friend was saying this isn’t the entire collection of vampire literature.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Why, are there some smutty books sequestered away somewhere?”
Dante ignores me completely as he replies with a frown. “There shouldn’t be. The idea is that it’s safely in one place. All the key literature should be down here.”
“Well, it isn’t. And she said that a bunch of super old, super rare texts were taken out of here a few months back.”
Letting out a groan as my stomach drops, I lean back in the shitty wooden chair I’m sitting in. It cracks ominously and I shift more gingerly, not wanting to fall on my ass. “It wasn’t Simpson, was it?”
Silver shakes her head. “Nope. Thank all that’s good and holy. It was an old vamp dude. She said he was dressed in the ugliest shirt she’d ever seen. It was covered in flamingoes and he was wearing board shorts and sunglasses in the middle of winter.” She turns to Dante. “Ring any bells.”
He groans softly. “Unbelievably, yes. I know exactly who that was.”
“Care to share?”
“One of the vampire elders. Luckily, not the one that’s a recluse, so that’s something.”
Silver has a dangerous glint in her eyes as she breaks into another grin. “Since we’re all going stir crazy in here, do you both fancy a change of scenery?”
“What are you thinking, Little Witch?”
“I’m thinking we take a field trip to rob an old man.” Her grin widens. “See if there’s a reason he’s decided to hide them away.”
