I pull the book on magical artifacts from my bag, waving it in the air for a second. It’s practically been burning a hole in my backpack and I’m desperate as hell to understand everything in here, even more desperate than I am to understand why Leila went hunting for it to begin with.
... because Leila isn’t comfortable sitting around twidling her fucking thumbs while complaining about everything that’s going on and is instead the ONLY proactive character in the fucking book?? What the fuck??
