Mrs. Suki had told her one day about a special shelf where she’d stashed all her romances, unbeknownst to the university—vintage romances from her day, erotic romances, historical, and even some paranormal. Corvina was a sucker for those. Fingers skimming over the titles, she plucked out two small shifter romances, continued skimming, paused over Jane Eyre, and took that out as well.