Elara's startled frame jerked a little as the sound of the loud crash echoed through the grand library. Both women turned toward the source of the noise. Velene's expression sharpened into a scowl, her dark eyes narrowing as she moved swiftly toward the disturbance. Elara hesitated but followed cautiously, her silver eyes scanning the dimly lit aisles.
When they reached the source, they found an ancient book rack overturned, its contents strewn across the cold stone floor. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by the shafts of light from the arched windows above.
Elara sighed in relief. "Just an old rack, I suppose. The castle's age is showing."
Velene crouched beside the fallen rack, her hands brushing the floor as she examined the area. Her gaze was unreadable, but her lips tightened. She seemed unsettled, her movements careful as though searching for something beyond the obvious.
