Where the Library Hides (Secrets of the Nile #2)

by Isabel Ibañez

She was probably plotting sneaking out of the hotel without her uncle noticing. Even now, she could be learning Ricardo’s schedule or asking for the aid of an employee. One never knew when it came to Inez.

“What? No.” That would have been extremely stupid—no one was supposed to know of our plans. Anyone could go back to the well-known Ricardo Marqués with the news.

“Right. Let’s leave him.” “Who is he exactly?” “Our witness.” “Ah. Shouldn’t he be awake for the ceremony?”

I wrung my hands and began to pace, going up and down the path before the altar, circling around the priest and Whit, and then down one of the three aisles. Dimly, I heard the chaplain’s voice trail off into a long pause before asking Whit if he ought to continue. “She’s processing, but please continue until it’s time for the vows,” Whit said, amused. “She’ll come back eventually.” “Er … right, then.” The chaplain cleared his throat and continued in a soft drone.

I will honor and protect you but only obey you if you’re being reasonable. Actually, you might expect me not to obey you at all. It goes against my nature, and I’d prefer to begin marriage by being honest.”

“I will be faithful, and I will respect you—unless you do something unworthy of it, then God help you.”

and I would have gone straight to the bank to withdraw money, but I couldn’t without Whit—my husband now had total control over my inheritance as permitted by law.

Yuck

six men, maybe seven,

67

“Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean that I’m helpless.

The philosopher’s stone—where had I read about that before?

In harry potter of course

Isadora automatically went to the narrow bed instead of the cot, settling onto it. “I think there’s just enough room for the both of us, Inez.”

I acted without thinking, on instinct, my hand rising as if by its own accord. The slap turned his face, the sound ringing in my ear. Irritated skin turned red from my hand’s imprint.

Yesssss inez

“I don’t want to talk about the law and how biased it is against women,”

“Oh,” I said. “Were we lost?”

Humans can be so careless with beautiful things: lives, animals, art. Nothing is safe from our hands.”

AMARANTA HAS YELLED AT MONSIEUR MASPERO COMMA I THINK HE IS AFRAID OF HER

“Who knows where the library hides?”

But why did it have to be me?

Kareem nodded sagely. “I must not consume ancient relics.”