Jennette & Makam, Part 4
The real Jennette carved slivers from me with her gaze. I spun for the doorway we’d come through, not even pausing to glare at Makam, but the exit was gone.
“Don’t try to run, little pretender.”
Jennette strode across the polished chamber, headed for the opening she’d come from.
Now I glared at Makam.
He shrugged. “You’ll be safer with her.”
“Safer? Says the bounty hunter who tried to drag me to prison, oh, was it five or six times?”
He gave me a dusty look and shouldered past. “You’re terrible at math.”
“You’re terrible. In general.”
Halfway into the passage, he glanced back at me. “Coming? Don’t make her wait too long or she’ll toss you back out for the Endmen to find.”
I hissed, but with one last glance at the vanished exit, followed him through the opening into a short passage floored in fine gravel. It led to a warmly lit vaulted room. “Can she make any door disappear?”
“It didn’t disappear. It’s sight locked. Only those she chooses can see it.”
“You mean it’s still there?” I froze as his fingers curled around my upper arm.
“Come see what she wants to show you, Jenn—“ He twisted his lips. “What should I call you?”
“That, you’ll have to earn.” As I stepped beyond him, my gaze caught on what filled the room ahead and I stumbled.
World books—each as tall as me and colored like an artist had flung down his palette in disgust. Or ecstasy. Sharp green, biting silver, fierce yellow. They lined the walls, tight enough they couldn’t be opened unless carried to the massive pedestal in room’s center.
Jennette stood to the right, her hands clasped and light from the ceiling’s ring of stained windows striping her face.
“Welcome to the Library.”
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