Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184: 184. Behind The Shelf II

Maisie

Bastian and I fell hard into a cold, concrete floor, and his body crashed down on top of mine. His solid weight drove the last of my breath out in a sharp, painful rush. For a heartbeat I couldn’t move, couldn’t even gasp. The darkness was absolute around us was absolute and the floor was so bitterly cold, it seeped straight into my clothes.

"What the fuck?" he cursed and rolled off me in one smooth motion.

I heard the scrape of his boots against stone, the low curse under his breath as I blinked rapidly, trying to get my lungs to work again and my eyes to adjust to the dark. For some reason, the latter took far too long, my senses blanketed.

Calloused hands grabbed my face. "Maisie, are you hurt?"

I dragged in a shaky breath, ribs aching. "I think... my ribs are broken. You’re really heavy."

A short, rough laugh came from somewhere to my left and I felt his hand on my wrists, pulling me up. "Noted. Next time I’ll try to fall more gracefully."

I felt him turn around close to me. "What the hell is this place?" he asked. "Wasn’t the shelf against a wall?"

The darkness wasn’t total anymore. I blinked hard. Slowly, the faintest outlines began to appear. Tall, looming shelves on either side of us, sagging under the weight of books that looked older than the academy itself. Some spines had already crumbled, leaving nothing but drifts of fine dust along the floor. It smelled so musty and dusty in here, a cough wracked up in my chest.

"It’s very obviously a library," I answered around another cough. "The question would be why it’s hidden—uh... Not sure how you do things where you come from, but fire and books aren’t a very great combination," I said when I heard the flick of a lighter and sparks momentarily brightened the darkness.

"Alright, nerd," he drawled.

I slipped my cellphone out of my pocket and turned on the flashlight. I tried sending a message to Quinlan to tell him to come get me, but my flashlight and screen flickered at the same time, and even if my phone was fully charged, it... died on me.

I pressed the power button obsessively, but nothing changed.

This wasn’t scary at all.

I tried reaching for the bond, but it was even worse now. I couldn’t feel the bond at all. It was as if everything had been...dampened. There was something oppressive about this place, an energy that rubbed be off as wrong, and it was stifling all of my senses.

Turning, I felt for the wall and tried pushing. I felt rather weak. I felt... human.

Brows furrowed, I muttered towards Bastian. "Would you mind punching through the wall?"

His eyes narrowed at the order, but he made his way over and handed me the lighter. I tried not to roll my eyes when he pushed up his sleeves, revealing tatted muscles and punched through the broad wall beside the shelf. And he howled, cursing, "Fucking hell!"

That explained it then.

There was silver in the walls.

It still didn’t explain my dead phone. I turned to Bastian. "Hand me your cellphone."

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