Gilded Wings (Fallen Fae Gods, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

This private library was owned by some anonymous billionaire, and whoever borrowed the books only did so at night when we weren’t here. A lot of the collection should be in museums—it was that rare and special—and I always felt as if their ancient prose was infused with just a touch of magic.

There’d been no balls or dances held here in our time, this building only ever utilized as a library, and I was curious why they hadn’t renovated the lower levels to add more shelves. Could you ever have too many bookshelves? Well, that was a stupid question. You definitely could not.

I mean, it was Friday. No one started a diet on a Friday. That was a Monday job.

The only way to survive was to keep them at arm’s length, otherwise they would control every aspect of my life. It was a painful lesson I’d taken years to learn. The covert narcissism of my mom, Dianne Starrer, had almost cost me every opportunity and friendship in my life.

My heart and soul weren’t the same as others I’d met, and outside of Lexie, I’d never found another who fit into the odd shapes of my existence. It was probably the trauma of my upbringing. But whatever the excuse, in my situation, it was a me thing.

I wasn’t a rule breaker. I lived a boring life and was okay with it. Boring meant safe, and safe meant that I wasn’t about to be emotionally manipulated into living someone else’s happiness. I’d never do that again.