Back in the library, paper and a pencil in hand, I began to draft.
I was scribbling my idea for the third wall when I heard her.
“Let me guess. You’ve never built a bookshelf in your life, have you?”
My heart gave a crazy, massive ka-pow before I could even lift my head. Then my breath caught in my throat. She wore her hair down, one half covering her scars, as well as long sleeves and thin black gloves. It was impossible to tell she’d ever been wounded. But not being able to see her scars wasn’t why she looked so beautiful to me.
The fire was back inside her. She was ready to spar again. It made her sizzle with a sparkling vitality.
Sending her a crazy grin, because holy s**t, there she was, in person, I chuckled. “What gave me away?”
She sighed heavily and wandered closer. “What ex
