The air in the library always smelled like vanilla and decaying paper—a scent that usually grounded Leo, but tonight, it felt like it was suffocating him. He adjusted his glasses, peering through the stacks at the flickering light in the restricted section. "You’re late," a voice whispered.
As his hand touched the cover, the "zip" of static electricity didn't just sting his fingertips—it raced through his entire body. The room vanished. The library vanished. There was only the light, the heat, and the sudden, terrifying realization that once you find what's hidden, you can never truly go back to the light.
Leo jumped, nearly dropping his lantern. Elena stepped out from the shadows, her dark hair pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eyes that always made Leo’s heart do a nervous stutter.
Leo reached out, his fingers inches from the leather cover. "We shouldn't be doing this. This isn't just a rule-breaking stunt anymore."
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