“I think that’s my fault.” “What?” I turn to face her fully. “That rider requested a book yesterday, and I recorded the request.” She leans toward me, panic growing in her eyes. “I have to record the requests. It’s—” “Regulation,” we both finish signing at the same time. I nod. “You didn’t do anything wrong. What was the book?” She glances toward the doors where the rider disappeared. “I should go. Thank you.” It’s only the fear in her eyes that keeps me from asking her again before she rushes off, leaving me staring at the tome in my lap, realizing how dangerous my “research project” really
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What are u up to jesinia??
