Nora's POV
"Time to head out," I call to my familiars as darkness settles over the campus. James and I can finally escape this place. All I want is to collapse into our bed and sleep for a long time with him beside me. We're making our way out of the library after helping Katherine gather research materials for James to take home. He carries a towering stack of seven ancient volumes like they're made of paper instead of centuries-old leather and parchment.
Three texts are written in Latin, another in French, one in Italian, and two appear to be personal journals scribbled in multiple languages I can barely recognize.
