Her slightly haughty face peered at the slim book held open in her gloved hand. Arthur bowed to her. “Oh, another scholar. Good day, madam.” I bit back a laugh. “Miss Gertrude can’t hear or talk to you. She’s the library’s memory.” Arthur chuckled to realize his mistake. “Of course. What we call a revenant back home.” Dan decided Arthur wasn’t there to steal our energy or do us any harm. He went back to the head librarian’s desk. I noted he still had his book in hand. One of us had good sense, at least. As Dan took his chair he said, “We don’t mind you being here. We’re doing some research on shifters. Some of ours have gone missing.” Arthur frowned. “I’d heard. Perhaps I can help?” “We’re researching what we don’t know about weres,” I told him. “It’s boring.” I went to the shelves where Miss Gertrude stood, forever engrossed in her book. My horrendous book waited in its spot, and I pulled it from the shelf. Arthur came close to read the cover over my shoulder.
