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“Uh… yes.”

“Go ahead, Young Miss.”

“Ty,” I start. “Your young master is an asshole!”

And with that, I go past him and march forward, my chest heated with anger and frustration, only to come to a dead stop when I realize I still have no idea where I’m supposed to be going or who I’m meeting.

“The last door at the end of the hall, Young miss,” I hear the gentle voice tinged with amusement from behind me.

I sigh.

“Thanks,” I mutter, then I go forward.

When I reach the end of the hall, there’s a set of large white double doors. I stand there and look up, wondering just what is behind the door.

“It’s okay, you can go in,” Ty says, obviously assuring me.

Taking a deep breath, I reach for the doorknob, but before I can turn it, I hear a loud, commanding voice come from within the room.

“Don’t just stand there like an idiot! Come in.”

Oh God.

From the frying pan straight into the blazing fire.

CHAPTER 18

Ivy

An acute chillingsense of unease goes down my spine when I step into the room.

I don’t know what to expect and based on what Ty just told me, whatever happens here and now will not only decide my life, but Emmett’s fate.

I don’t particularly care about that jerk’s fate, but there are things I’ve held on to for years that he doesn’t know about…

But no, now’s not the time to feed my guilt. I’m up against the Grand Poobah.

I enter the room with my heart in my throat, back straight, shoulders set, only to feel like I’ve been flung from some static existence into an incredible fantasyland.

“My God.”

It’s like I’ve just been teleported into a completely different world. From the ruins into serenity.

“Wow,” I croak, gawking at this gorgeous, huge library.

It’s not just any ordinary home library. This is something else altogether.

I have always wondered what the great Library of Alexandria must’ve looked like. Looking at this now, I’m persuaded this is a pretty good taste of that wondrous beauty.

This is incredible!

I have seen many libraries in my life, but nothing tops this one.

The gold trimmings on the rich, dark wooden panels. The soft beige and cream rugs placed strategically around the perfectly spaced sitting areas, and a desk up on the little platform at the edge of the room.

There’s even a huge black chalkboard on one wall and it’s filled with some scribbles I can’t read from this distance.

With each step I take, a bubble of excitement blooms in my stomach.

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