Chapter 4
Brianna was bustling around the library, moving around the large center table that was her usual workstation and consulting this or that page from an open tome then diving deeper into the stacks to find some other more obscure text.
Sophie and I knew from long experience that even if we understood the way the books were ordered in the library and were capable of helping out, Brianna would find the need to articulate what she was looking for to be maddeningly distracting to her mental processes.
There was nothing we could do but wait while Brianna whatever it was she was looking for. Which was hard for me, but for Sophie looked to be pure torture. She kept grabbing at her hair, which was already standing on end. I hadn't seen her do a single thing to her clothes, but somehow he
