(Nisha)
Isla led me and Isabella to her library. Hot chocolate was waiting for us, and Isla promised she hid whiskey up here if I wanted mine stronger.
Isabella pulled out a thick book and a binder and began to ferociously take notes, the crease between her thick brows never leaving. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she looked over whatever it was she was reading.
Isla leaned back on the couch, closed her eyes, and let out a contented sigh. I fidgeted, unsure of what to do, what they expected from me really.
“If there's a book you want on a topic that isn’t here, we probably have it somewhere in this packhouse,” Isla said, waving behind her to the shelves of books.
“Thanks, but I think reading might be a bit much for me,” I admitted. Not reading so much, but I k
