I open my eyes when I realize, quite suddenly, that Kent is not walking me towards the office door that I came through. Instead, he heads to the back of the office towards where he keeps a shelf full of leather-bound books that I’ve never really thought much about before.
“Where are we going?” I ask, a little shocked and more than a little curious.
“The door,” Kent replies, and I hear something in his voice that’s a little smug.
I frown up at him, confused, wanting to be in on the secret.
“That one,” he says, bringing me close to the bookshelf and nodding towards it, not looking at me. “The green one. With the gilt title.”
Hesitant, I reach out a hand and touch the book he indicated, pulling it towards me. The book tilts in my hand, but instead of sliding off the shelf it pivots
