Unhallowed: A Novel of Widdershins (Rath & Rune Book 1) by Jordan L. Hawk

Author:Jordan L. Hawk [Hawk, Jordan L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781941230442
Published: 2020-07-16T18:30:00+00:00

Ves spent as much time mapping the library’s lowest level as he dared. It was both necessary—as Fagerlie had reminded him, the comet’s transit would occur tomorrow night—and an excuse to hide from anyone who might be looking for him. Sebastian, for example.

It was cowardly of him, of course. Just as it had been cowardly to flee from the Rath house last night. What must Sebastian think of him?

He couldn’t stop remembering that kiss. The softness of Sebastian’s lips. The heat of his tongue in Ves’s mouth.

The flesh to either side of his spine shivered, even as his cock roused. He had to get himself under control, curse it all.

Eventually, he tucked the crude maps safely away in his vest pocket and made for the staff room. He poured a cup of coffee, nodded good morning to Arthur as they passed in the hallway, and entered the bindery.

He’d barely had the chance to set his coffee down when there came a tremendous crash from the direction of the staff room, accompanied by a cry of pain and surprise.

“What now?” Ves muttered, and rushed back the way he’d come.

A young woman stood in the staff room, cradling one hand with the other, her dress and round-lensed glasses covered with hot coffee. The urn itself lay on the floor.

“Are you all right?” Ves asked.

“I-I think so.” Her voice sounded rather shaken for a simple accident, and Ves paused in the act of kneeling to pick up the urn.

“Did you get burned?” He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. When she didn’t take it from him, he dabbed gently at the coffee clinging to one cheek. The skin beneath was reddened, but didn’t seem badly injured. “What happened, Miss…?”

“Cohen.” She blinked a few times, then recovered enough to take the handkerchief and set about cleaning her glasses. “I was about to pour some coffee, but…I suppose my grip must have slipped, but it felt as though some force struck the urn from my hand.”

Damn it. He and Sebastian had believed the library’s resident spirit had a problem with bookbinders in particular, but it seemed to be expanding its attacks to others now.

“May I see your hand, Miss Cohen?” he asked, since she still favored it. He’d tended Noct’s wounds over the years; the principles were likely the same for those of purely human heritage. “Vesper Rune,” he added, realizing he’d failed to introduce himself. “Binder and conservator.”

She smiled tremulously and held out her injured hand. “Amelia Cohen, Librarian. I oversee the Paleontological Collection.”

“That sounds fascinating,” he said honestly, as he inspected her fingers. Her skin was soft and her hand warm, and it felt odd to touch a virtual stranger so intimately. Or at all. “The good news is, nothing seems to be broken. You might wish to take an aspirin and rest the hand. And I’d report this to Mr. Quinn.”

She frowned now. “You don’t think it was an accident?”

“No. I most certainly don’t.”

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