Chapter 48
THEY'D ALL filed out almost an hour ago, just as the sun started to rise over the battlements. Presumably, they would continue to hash and rehash--with lots of embellishments from Laurie, no doubt--and start informal negotiations, and Lucas had absolutely no interest in any of it.
It was only Lucas and Alex left in the Library tower, sitting on the floor and leaning back against the still upturned table, legs stretched out and Bramble sprawled across them. They were quiet, watching weak yellow sunlight dribble across the gray stone floor, tired enough to fall asleep where they sat but still too keyed up to actually pass out.
Lucas, for one, couldn't stop staring at Restoration Studies, L through R, and wailing a silent lament for The Rebuilding of Dresslau Bridge, because he'd acquired it for a song and the binding had never even been breached. And that wasn't even counting all the other volumes that were now nothing more than scorched confetti.