Chapter 6: The Moon's Pull

The fragile peace of the library lasted two days. Two days of tense, quiet coexistence where the only sounds were the turning of pages and the unspoken questions hanging heavy in the air. I found excuses to be there, to watch him. The way his brow furrowed in concentration over a complex text, the surprising gentleness in his large, calloused hands. The "who are you?" echoed incessantly in my mind, a dangerous melody I couldn't silence. But the full moon waits for no one, and the fragile truce...