Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185: 185. Behind The Shelf III

Maisie

It turned it being able to read ancient books didn’t at all equate to understanding it.

Whatever language this was, it was written with too many old words and phrases that no longer existed, making it impossible to make any sense of any of it. I needed time to translate it, when I wasn’t panicking about being trapped for more than two hours in here with a man who kept making cynical remarks that made me want to commit murder.

Three insanely tall shelves and a thousand books later and we were both covered in sweat, and still hadn’t found the lever.

The air was slowly growing thicker and that oppressing feeling was seeping into my bones, making me weary. Bastian had long shed his sweater and shirt, his bare chest dripping in sweat. If I hadn’t been in a bond myself and if I didn’t dislike him very much right now, might have appreciated the view.

But I couldn’t get past the growing panic that we were trapped in a silver cage with no way out.

Somewhere between the second and third hour, we braved going even deeper into the library. It was more shelves and old abandoned carts of books and scrolls, some of which were completely beyond saving, and the ones that weren’t, I added to the growing pile under my arms.

And then, Bastian took a turn to the left, taking the lighter with him, and while I wasn’t exactly scared of the dark, something about this place made me feel like there was something watching us. Some presence I couldn’t see.

I followed him and came to a stop when I found him holding the lighter over something in the center of this section. Following his gaze, I saw something that made my skin crawl.

There were pieces of broken chalk scattered along the ground. And then, there was a circle etched into the ground. A perfect one, broken off at one point of its circumference. And there was a smear of what looked like dried up blood where the break in the circle was.

"What is that?" I whispered, and Bastian jumped.

I guessed he was just as spooked as I was, though his strong, stoic features hid it better.

He straightened. "Someone must have been crazy enough to believe the ancient myths enough to draw a summoning circle."

"A what?"

"In the past, when humans were tired of praying to their gods and getting no responses, they believed it better to turn to darker arts. I’m sure you must have heard it somewhere. Draw a circle, summon a demon, pay the price and have your wishes granted. It’s a silly sailor song we hear at the ridge sometimes," he said. Then shook his head. "But it’s only a nonsensical myth. This is why schools are overrated. They drive people insane. We should keep looking."

He began walking back in the direction we came from, but my eyes lingered on the blood in the circle. And I wondered if Bastian saw the marks gouged into the earth on the outside of the circle.

***

I plucked another book about bloodlines off another shelf, placing it on the pile atop my shed sweater.

"Why were you looking in that section of the library anyway?" Bastian asked, climbing onto the top rack of the third wall nimbly. His words were just another variation of, "We never would have gotten trapped in here if you weren’t snooping around old books."

I couldn’t have said I didn’t agree with him.

I lifted my head. "What is your mother planning to do with me?"

Bastian stopped. "That’s what you were looking for in those history books?"

"That is not happening. I am not getting mated to you. Any of you."

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