#Chapter 81 – Month of the Wolf

We spend hours in that damn library. Luckily, the Priests are very nice and bring us tea and snacks, always urging us to be careful around the precious scrolls but generally being very friendly. I look curiously after them during a little scone break, sipping from my mug of tea, thinking that these are…very different than the Priests of Darkness that my mom told us once kidnapped Rafe. But then again…maybe they’re Priests of Death? I don’t know. “What’s that taste like?” Anton asks on a sigh, leaning against the table next to me. I look up to him and then down at the scone in my hand. “Seriously?” I ask with a grin. “Of all the things you’ve seen me eat, you’re jealous of a scone?” “Yes,” he groans, tilting his head back dramatically, reminding me of Ariel. I grin, thinking he probably learned the move from her. “I’m so bored that even a scone sounds tantalizing right now.” I laugh and sip my tea, lifting the scone and pretending to waft it beneath Anton’s nose temptingly.