So someone knows about my library. She forced herself to walk slowly away, her shoes firm and businesslike against the short blue carpet. I'm going to have to be very careful. But I can't see stopping.
Not with demons around.
She made it to the door to the stairwell, unlocked it, and opened it calmly. Stepped inside, and began the climb to her office to fetch her coat. She had to stop halfway because her knees were shaking so badly, which was why she hadn't taken the balky old lift.
Someone knows about my library, but I can't stop. Who will keep the other people in the city safe? I can't stop. That thing was taking children. Eating children, for God's sake. It's my job to do something about it.
Maybe I need a few recruits. But who do I know that I can say “Hello, would you like to hunt a few demons” to?
It was a puzzle, and one she suspected would keep her company all through lunch. Who knew? And how could she keep the library a secret and keep hunting demons?
CHAPTER 2
"I'll take the tall one,” Paul said, his eyes all but sparkling. “I've got dinner with her tonight. Probably part sheela, but the things we do for the Order, right?"
Ryan settled himself further into shadow, hugging the alley wall. “What if she's a Golden?” He had to ask, the place had been a Nest a long time ago. It was built into the soaring lines of the architecture, the glowing outline of etheric force he could see but the Malik wouldn't. He could see and hear so much more, any Drakul could.
And all for the price of his humanity. Such a little thing, really. A useless thing.
"There aren't any Golden left.” Paul's glasses glinted as he eased them off, slid them into the backpack. As a disguise, they were simple and effective; but anything Other would be able to tell what he was by his smell, the smoky scent of a Order-trained Malik. “But I'll tell you, the inside of that place stinks of sorcery. Absolutely reeks. It's all over the head librarian and her assistant. It's the assistant, I'm betting."