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Maybe I said it because I’d thought if his mission was so important, he’d be there when I got out of the Great Library no matter what we’d said about waiting to meet here. That he’d be eager for me to return with his answer.

But he hadn’t. I’d been alone.

“I believe that’s whatyouwere considering.”

I flushed. So he was telling the truth about being there. And he was watching closely.Why had he kept his distance? What would he have done if I did enter the pleasure halls?“Hardly. It’s senseless.”

“It’s pleasure.”

“It’s pointless.” Survival was all that mattered. Curiosities and desires be damned.

“The point is enjoyment.” There was that note again in his voice. As though he thought to say something more but held back.

In a bid to escape the conversation, I stood from the bench and began to meander along the path. Raphael was at my side in an instant, but at least he didn’t argue the point further. It was one thing to wonder what a man’s body would feel like. It was another to have Raphael know I had those musings.

“You saw the Librarians,” he said, letting the subject drop.

“I did.” I repeated the answer I’d gotten from the journeyman and watched the vampire’s face for any sign of what the information meant, but his expression betrayednothing beyond a patient tilt of his head. “He wasn’t inclined to answer, but the magic bound him to. Why?”

“Because that’s how the magic of the Great Library works. Once they agree to a request, they have no choice but to honor it.”

I rolled my eyes. “I knowthat. Why did he want to fight against his sacred vows? Whatisthe Black Grimoire?”

Our feet padded along the dirt path for several minutes. I was determined not to break the silence first.

Just when I thought he’d let us walk in silence until dawn, he drew a breath to answer. “The Black Grimoire contains magic of death and undeath. In the hands of the right witch, it’s a dangerous weapon.”

I frowned. No witch had magic that controlled death. Not that I’d ever heard of. “Why do you want it?”

That, he refused to answer. He continued on the path, regarding the trees with a thoughtful expression.

“So you’ll go to the marshes, then?” I wasn’t sure why I peppered him with so many questions. A sort of ache settled in my chest. I felt like a kid, desperately trying to get my mother’s attention before she left for the latest ball while I stayed holed up in her rooms. She was going to leave, no matter what I did. But if she was looking at me, speaking to me, I could pretend there was no ball, and I wouldn’t spend the night all alone.

“I will.”

“Do you even knowhowto find the temple?”

“I’ll manage.”

“It said only the worthy could take it. Do you really think that’s you?” A vampire, stealing a mythical witch’s grimoire?

His lips curled up. “Worried for me, dove?”

More like I’m worried for myself. “Why do you call me that?” Of all the mysteries Raphael offered, this was one I’d ached to untangle. If I didn’t ask now, I might never know.

“Because you remind me of a little bird, between the rapid flutter of your heart and clear desire to spread your wings.”

I swallowed down any response to that. How could this monster see me so clearly? Was I transparent? Or did he truly… know me? Before long, our path led us back to the main gate. One of the twin angels faced inwards. It felt like it was looking right at me, accusing, demanding to know why I’d brought a vampire into their garden.

I was stuck wondering why I was reluctant to see him leave.

“This is it, then.” I looked up at the three moons. “You’ll have several hours of darkness to travel.”

“I do.” Raphael didn’t follow my gaze to the moons. Instead, he kept looking at me. The blue began to fade from his eyes, the red returning as the disguise magic wore out. “You’re certain you wish to go to the Monastery.” His voice didn’t raise at the end like a question, but it felt like one.

“It’s the best place for me.”

Raphael said nothing. I looked back and swallowed. Not from fear, though. Another emotion filled my chest. It was strange and terrible, but the vampire was the closest thing I’d had to a friend in the past decade.