Rome shook his head, his gaze locked on hers. "It’s a key. And it looks like you’re the only one who can turn it."
He didn't laugh. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, charred coin. "My family has a legend about a map hidden in a story about a bear that couldn't sleep. They say your aunt kept it safe." raylin
The air in the quiet town of Ravenwood was always a little thicker than it should have been, smelling of damp moss and old paper. Sage Reed didn't mind it; the scent felt like a heavy blanket, exactly what she needed after the chaotic, neon-lit years she’d spent in the city. When she moved into her aunt’s bookstore, "The Bound Spirit," she expected dusty shelves and the occasional chatty customer. She didn't expect the floorboards to hum under her feet. Rome shook his head, his gaze locked on hers
It happened on a Tuesday, just as the sun was dipping behind the jagged peaks of the nearby mountains. A man walked in, his presence immediately making the narrow aisles feel smaller. He was Rome Baker, a local with eyes that seemed to hold the same deep, restless energy as the surrounding woods. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled
Outside, the wind picked up, howling through the Ravenwood trees, and for the first time in her life, Sage Reed felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be—right in the middle of a story she hadn't yet learned how to end.
Sage smiled, though her heart had started a strange, frantic rhythm. "Most of the books in here technically shouldn't exist, according to the modern world."