The library housed thousands of books, and none of them were helpful in the slightest.
I shoved another book back onto the shelf, hoping that I put it back in the right spot so that others could find it, and pulled out the next mythology book, quickly scanning the blurb for any helpful information.
When this book didn’t work either, I placed it back on the bookshelf and yawned.
I hadn’t slept.
Since nine p.m. last night, I had paced my small dorm room and wondered what I had done wrong. What happened within those few moments? At first, Professor Lee had been so freaking adamant about pleasing me, and then, right when I was about to come, he demanded that I leave and not turn back.
Maybe he really understood what he was doing.
Maybe he realized that he screwed up by touching a student
