Chapter 1I notice him immediately when I return to my desk. He’s hard to miss, a big hulking man with a shaved head, huge gauges in both ears, and strong arms covered in tattoos.
But his looks aren’t what draws my attention. No, it’s his pale face, rivaling the freshly fallen snow outside the windows. And the way he barely moves at all, not even a slight rise and fall of his chest. Is he even breathing? The only thing not frozen is his gaze. It darts over the library, from one bookshelf to the next, and he’s looking at them like they’re wolves ready to strike.
Knitting my eyebrows together, I look closer. He’s swaying a little and he really isn’t breathing, so I round my desk and hurry across the floor, slowing my steps as I approach so I won’t scare him.
“Sir? Are you all right?” I ask
