Arielle's POV.
By the next morning, my ankle had healed— well, to an extent. Walking wasn't comfortable but I had to move around.
I freshened up and got myself ready for a visit to the library again. I had to find the doom before things got out of hand.
It was concerning the missing page in that book. The librarians and their attendant were supposed to be around. They were supposed to know who came in before we did— and I was going to find out.
"Are you sure you don't want me escorting you?"
My eyes snapped to the direction of her voice and I found her standing by the bathroom door, watching me stark naked.
"Riley, put some clothes on yourself," I mumbled as I pulled up my gown and fastened the straps on my sandals.
"Your leg still needs to recover and you think it's safe to go out there?" She threw on a robe and came closer.
"Riley, I don't want you getting involved," I breathed.
