Once Edie reached the campus, she walked quickly, head down, trying to burn off her annoyance with both Brandon and herself. He had no right to demand to know what she was up to. But she should have answered him. He might have been able to help her.
She could still go back and tell him the truth, ask for his help getting to Faerie, but it would be embarrassing. He would want to know why she hadn’t just answered him before, and she didn’t have a good reason.
Edie continued flipping the pages, running her fingers over them. Once in a while something would catch her eye, but she tried not to read it. There was a mention of a woman who had gone away to become a Djanaea princess, but Edie refused to let her curiosity get the best of her. She wasn’t going to butt into Troy’s business without his knowledge.
Edie found nothing out of place in the romance, even after checking each page carefully. She checked her phone before putting it back; it was almost 9:30. Hopefully they would have enough time to finish checking. Brandon had gone through less than half of his huge book.
Brandon lifted the glass carefully—Edie let him do it, not wanting to worry about getting her fingerprints on more of the glass. He reached for one of the small books, but she put her hand out to stop him. “I can read French. I mean, maybe you can, too, but if there’s anything worth reading in French, you can let me do that.”
Edie jerked, her neck aching, the book nearly slipping from her grasp. She clutched onto it just in time.
It seemed oddly bright in the room. Where had the light come from? She blinked in confusion, then in growing horror as she realized that she had fallen asleep, maybe for hours. It was light in here because there was light coming in the window.
Sunday, February 6
Corrie slept restlessly that night, never quite sure what had woken her in the dark and quiet room but unable to stay asleep for long. Near morning she managed to convince herself that the noise that had awakened her was Edie coming into the room, even though she couldn’t see anything, and then she managed to go to sleep until her usual early-morning wake time.
The words seemed to blur in front of Edie’s eyes, and her lids slowly closed. Then she jerked her head up, realizing that she’d nearly fallen asleep—or had she actually fallen asleep? It was hard to tell in the dark library. But at least she knew that it wasn’t morning yet. Her phone read 2:58.
She couldn’t afford to fall asleep. If she didn’t wake up quickly, she would probably sleep until someone came into the library to open it, and then they would find her, and then she would be in trouble.
Edie walked slowly and carefully toward the case that held The Path that Ends Nowhere, listening hard. She didn’t hear anything. Hopefully that meant that either there weren’t alarms or they weren’t working, not that there was a silent alarm.
Anyway, it was too late now. She couldn’t get out of here in time to not get caught if someone had been alerted. She was just going to have to keep working on what she’d come here for.
Corrie slurped up her curry, not wanting to drop it on her clothes—or, worse, her comforter. She, Dawn, Annie, and Roe had decided to do something different tonight and order Indian food instead of pizza or Chinese. So far she thought it had been a good idea, even if they had ended up paying a little more for the delivery fee, since the Indian place was in the next town over.
“Where’s Edie?” asked Annie, picking at her own curry.
“She’s at the library,” Corrie said. “She had a lot of homework to do. I don’t know why she had to do it on a Saturday…”
Of course, that was only the first step. If the room with the exhibit in it was always locked—which it most likely was, containing valuable items as it did—then she would have to figure out how to unlock it. She headed down the stairs first, to check.