Chapter Eighteen
Fitz and I arrived at the library thirty minutes before it opened. I loved the library when it was quiet like this. It almost made it feel like it was something that belonged totally to me. Fitz, although incredibly social for a cat, also liked the chance to sprawl out in the middle of the library floor for a nap—something he was cautious about doing when the library was full.
Wilson came in fifteen minutes later, looking pleased to see me there. “Excellent! You’re getting an early start on the day, aren’t you?”
“I figured I might as well, since I was up early this morning,” I said lightly. My voice, I realized, didn’t sound exactly like myself, though. It was a scratchy, throaty, didn’t-get-enough-sleep voice.
Wilson frowned and said, “Yes, seems you did. Hopefully no
